There was a softness about her.
A kind of gentleness that drew you in.
Her beauty and her spirit laced with a sweetness that quieted you and welcomed you to stay a while.
She was tender and warm and in the afternoon I spent with her, I could tell she was the kind of friend others would want. Constant and caring with a sincerity of heart that shaped all areas of her life.
And with this gentleness, this goodness and grace, she would step into the life she was created for.
The next season she was called to.
The story Someone had written with her in mind…