December 18th, 2013.
Three days after my mom passed.
It was on a chilly, dark Thursday night. The people who she loved and who adored her gathered, suffocated by the pain of losing such an amazing woman. Poems were written and songs were sang. Oceans were wept and laughs were shared. It was a painful, agonizing day for all.
The one thing that kept those there from falling apart at the seams was the fact that all were gathered there because of one, extraordinary woman. Looking around and seeing how many lives she affected was beautifully breath taking.
Anne may no longer be able to feel her heart beat, but hundreds of other hearts beat for hers.
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