An Echo

in our life we say, there comes a time, there comes a day...when all is over, said and done...no words spoken can mend, no promise made can assure...our eyes are opened, we've met the end...
It is not the quantity of friends that we have that is important, but rather the quality of those friends we do have...

Thursday, October 1, 2009

A Wonderful Time Has Ended

Today I read the final post of someone who I always enjoyed reading. It was not about the news, latest movie or of how the earth is being destroyed or any personal agenda or vendetta. It was an escape, a chance to have a peek into the life and everyday happenings of someone who is very adept in chiseling with words a beautiful Stella of her life. She will be missed and maybe our lives will be a little emptier without being able to follow her daily exploits and adventures of her life.

When I first met her online I knew then there was something very special about her. She had a way of not just understanding a person, but being able to see through what one was saying and unveiling exactly what needed to be seen. She has a gift to see beyond what is being presented and to peel back the layers until she can get to the heart of what was really troubling someone and revealing those emotions. Never demeaning of another, but sympathetic to their needs and could show an understanding that few could.

She is the kind of person who could give of herself without thought of herself and never expecting anything in return. She gives of herself unselfishly in so many was and always was willing to go beyond what was expected, not out of personal gain or notoriety for what she had done, but rather she saw that there was more she could do to help and unselfishly gave.

So I wish her good fortune on the new path in which she has chosen for herself now and I know without a doubt in whatever her endeavors now lie, she will be successful and recognized for the wonderful person she is.

She will be missed.

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