Someday I pray that I will either bloom like a butterfly, like you Judy. Or simply dry up and disappear in the hot summer sun a caterpillar, lost.
Judy, your life filled the room and no matter what you said or did. Why? Because everyone around you felt special. You were so incredible, a life force beyond belief.
I took you light and colors for granted, always dreaming of blooming into you. I have wilted and left the technicolor desires behind, embarrassed.
I miss you although I never told you how deeply you touched my heart. My only choices now are to carry on your magic OR fail and disappear amongst the other wilted flowers.
At this juncture all that I can do I dream and try…
Much love always.