Two years on is coming up on the 23rd at 5: 06 A.M. She is at rest, but she visits me every time a hummingbird comes up to my window. Undoubtedly she visits others in different ways.

Three years on it becomes apparent to me that it never was and never will be done any better by a mortal soul. There are presumably a few – very, very few – who may have equaled her grace, strength and bravery in meeting what we all must face. But I never met another such a person. So I honor her. Perhaps I saw her end a little clearer than some others because I participated.

In the end her mother and father were gone. Two people knew and loved the whole human being. Three people loved her as a mother. Half a dozen loved her as a sister. Many more loved her as a friend. The rest were lucky if they knew her as an acquaintance. I was the luckiest man alive.

Two years on her son produced a movie. It captured her and honors her. She will live forever.

February 17, 2010 / Two Years On / OC pg 18, © 2010 / CIP 794, Feb 23, 2010 / SHE