It is rage,
Smothering, choking;
It is night,
Drawing down light;
It is fear,
Haunting empty hours;
It is loss,
Permeating every moment;
It is suffering,
Seared into memory;
It is tears,
Tasted on the cheek;
It is words,
Wept and sung;
It is moments,
Clung together;
It is setbacks;
It is hope;
It is resilience;
It is time.
Precious, precious time.
It is you:
Teaching me,
Trusting me,
Forgiving me,
Loving me.
It is you,
and it is you,
and it is you.
An Unexpected Life 
Struggle and sorrow made beautiful. I love you!
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Powerful in so many ways my dear sister. I am in awe of your resilience, the way you found strength get back up and press on despite the weight and pain of grief. Love you!
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