And yet, when I looked at her, I saw her as most beautiful. Her beauty was far above any beaded work.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Vicki and I went to the memorial service for Kathy's husband, Brian. I have never seen my friend Kathy look so drained, so lost, so reduced, so taken apart, so ravished by grief. All I could think of as I looked into her haunted eyes was, "this is the price of love." and that was so terrible I could only hug her to hide the loss and pain against our shoulders.
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