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As her family moves forward, they carry her light like a torch. They understand now that she didn’t leave them; she expanded into them. Every time they choose kindness over convenience, every time they find laughter in the midst of a difficult day, and every time they speak her name with a smile instead of a sob, they are continuing the work she started. Her story is a living thing, an ongoing testament to the fact that love, when truly lived, is the only thing the world cannot kill.
The house may be quieter now, but it is not empty. It is filled with the echoes of a woman who refused to be small, who refused to be quiet, and who refused to let her body’s betrayal be the final word. She has taught us all that while we cannot control the wind, we can absolutely control the set of our sails. Her journey has reached the horizon, but for those of us standing on the shore, the light of her passage still illuminates the water, guiding us all toward a more meaningful, more courageous, and more joyful way to live.
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