I didn't know her.
Didn't think of her often.
Her death has touched me.
Her smile. Her generous spirit. Her heart.
She was the wind beneath his wings.
Her soul willingly intertwined with his.
Then his wings spread and he left.
It's almost as if she couldn't remain without him.
And she left too.
Knowing her strong son had been prepared.
My morning was touched with sadness.
My own loss revisited.
My own tears invited to share in this goodbye.
A reminder of my own woman of grace.
And her goodbye.