This is my Maureen. Five years ago today, on the first day of winter, I somehow had to find a way to farewell her. I remember how much trouble I had walking past her coffin, without greeting her, as they opened the doors of the hearse. I felt I should run over, hug the box that now held her, tell her I loved her still. Tell her that it didn't matter that her body had failed her, because she would always be alive to me.
She was love and light and joy. She was one of life's beautiful people. She still is. And wherever she might be now, I want her to know my feelings have not changed.
