November 11, 2003
My little monkey trapped in a world of flawed expression, dancing on the inside but never on the outside. Her expression forced through facial expression and bright talkative eyes. Though always in pain, with limbs not responding and bones twisting sideways, melting across lines of strength, she was always laughing, loving and giving. In her death, I found my own pain, relief, guilt and love, patience and renewal of spirit. She will always be anchored in my soul. I will always miss the fact that I can no longer kiss her soft cheek, laugh and eye talk mind to mind.