Stolen moments

img_4599She is holding onto the memories.  Reliving them as often as possible. Longing to go back to  what once was.

Living each day as the gift that it is – experiencing each moment in its richness and fullness, knowing how precious each person, and each breath, is.

Her laughter is a sound that I never want to forget.  It should be bottled up and shared, daily, until we all walk home, together.

Her tears fall often because she truly feels life in such a raw way.

Her love is beyond words.  Nothing is sufficient enough to explain the depth, the enormity, the purity of her love.

She is fighting for her life.  We are holding her up.  Fully armored.

We are keeping the moments close.

Forbidden to be stolen.

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