Remembering A Best Friend
Ever know someone who lived her life with fearlessness and gusto that others might have called her reckless? But then, in hindsight, it was as if she knew her time was limited and wanted to do it all.
That was April, and I learned so much from her.
Yesterday, I took some pretty yellow flowers out to her grave site. It was peaceful, and I swear I heard her beautiful, hearty laughter in the back of my mind.
Happy Birthday in Heaven, April.