Sometimes I wonder what Celia would’ve looked like as she aged. Would her hair have maintained its cursive-like curls, her lips preserved their pillowy Jolie likeness? She’ll never develop wrinkles or gray hair. But her disease hasn’t rendered her in shades of black and white; she’s still just as vibrant as ever in this world full of color. In fact, when I focus on her, it’s the things around her that become dull and blurry.
JEB
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Jenni, you have so captured the essence of Celia in this message. Truly, all else is blurry when snuggling and looking into those liquid brown eyes, or watching the gold in her hair when the sun and wind dance like a halo around her.
We are all blessed.
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