We knew each other's darkest secrets and kept them like precious jewels.
She thought she was the world's biggest failure. Even in success. She had all of the positive beaten out of her by her father and all the want sucked dry by her mother. All that remained was what matters most in life, goodness, kindness, and a gentle spirit.
She soared beyond expectations. And never knew.
She dressed in a veil of humility but was the most courageous person you'd ever meet.
In awe of the beauty of nature, she walked among the flowers and trees as one.
Her weakness was the unwanted. Dogs, cats, or birds left behind or dropped off on a strange street; they soon found refuge in the blue house with the broken garage door left purposely unrepaired so that those in need might enter. She kept all of them until their final breaths.
She never asked for favors, only gave.
Even to cancer.
When it came for her brilliant mind, she stood nobly before it and asked only the time to say goodbye.
Her call to me felt like one of our coffee talks. We talked of trips we would never take, homes we would never know, and our friendship. The thing we kept without fail. Tho at times distant but never far. And one promise we'd made long ago: live our lives as best we can and dream to make it better.
Until the end of the conversation when she apologized for not being able to continue as her memory of all things was being erased.
It's okay dear friend, I will always remember you.
Always.
As this branch cradles the full moon, I hold my memories of a precious jewel lost.
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