Beautiful Soul

I didn't know her personally. I only got to see how she touched people. The street she lived on.The pond in her front yard.The abundance of frog statues.The look on her sons face when he spoke of his mother. The strength she gave so many. The relentless will to live she displayed. The smile she shared.

Sometimes beautiful souls are captured, stolen. They are whisked away beyond our vision and we are lost without such purity. We lose sight of beauty sometimes. We lose ourselves in the everyday qualms of the world. But there are always reminders. That no label can steal a persons will to live. That no injustice can break a wondrous soul. That sometimes people can break the mold of a stigma. That there can be light in the darkest of places. She was a mother. She was a wife. She was a friend. She was a survivor. She was an inspiration. The world lost a woman but gained an angel. And somewhere, I'm sure she touches those closest to her heart.

Thank you, for the reminder that there are bigger things outside of ourselves. And the present is a gift.

R.I.P. Fel