Forget Me Not

Like we could ever forget.

She was our dream.  She was two blue lines on the very first pregnancy test, a flashing heartbeat on a sonogram screen, the mysterious invisible presence who had her great grandmother’s name.

She made us the kind of people who, most of the time now, remember we're not sitting in the center of our own universe.  She broke our hearts open enough to let more humanity fall in.

And then she peeled off the visible world, taking with her meaning and words.   But she left memories.  She left an impression, the way she pulled light to the place she sat, like her own special gravity.

Whatever has left an impression on us becomes part of who we are.  And then we pass it on.
Pass along a little of her sunshine, would you?  Think of someone who's left an impression on you and pay tribute to that person through a donation to BDSRA this Memorial Day.