To Fausta, with love

My friend Fausta died last night. It’s hard to imagine and harder to believe. I will always remember her with her children never more than a few feet away, her voice calling out to them, her laugh, her patience with life, her quiet elegance, wherever she went. There is no rhyme or reason to a mother of young children, dying. It is a sadness deeper than measure.
My whole heart and all my love.

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