“We’re not them,” she said, lengthening her letters, sharpening them like knives. I heard the conviction in her voice as she made sense of her world, and her immense growth and understanding beyond the legacy handed to her. I listened for the whisper of her spirit which prompted her to make meaning of her own life. To save someone else the trouble by sharing her story.
We want everyone going through what we’re going through to know that they are not alone. We were fortunate to have someone guiding us through the rough patches, laying a hand on top of our own without a word, holding back the kleenex so as not to stop our flow.
Share your story. It may help someone immensely.
{image by Catherine Basso}
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