She loved life for every ounce of caring
it gave her;
what she could not physically grasp - she lifted
with her heart.
When she could not dance
and when life became too painful to endure,
she prayed … and gave thanks
to everyone who loved her
and there were many.
When she left, there was an empty space we could not fill
We must not fill our hearts with pain - but joy
When she could no longer write or type
a loving hand helped
and now that she can no longer speak
her words speak for her.
That is her gift - she is our Sweetheart,
ever hopeful and lifting - always!