There was a celebration of life service yesterday for a friend who passed away. She was feisty. She was blunt. She lived life with passion. Her upper crust British accent was often spiced with choice words that let you know in no uncertain terms exactly what she thought. But, beneath that crusty exterior, was a heart as big as a mountain.
I feel truly blessed to have seen the vulnerability, the gentleness that was so much a part of her as telling someone off. She was never anything but kind to me.
Somehow the world seems a bit grayer without her.
Rest in peace, Valerie.
"May He grant you according to your heart's desire." Ps20:4
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