Guest post by Yanna
She will not be forgotten, relegated to some taboo shelf upon which topics too shocking exist – I don’t care if I make you uncomfortable. She is ours. She is real, and she existed. She is beautiful and absent, an aching void in a home so otherwise filled with joy that it makes her absence that much greater and devastating.
Hers was space so warm and ready that we literally conjured her spirit and presence in everything we did… before she was even separated from my body. I hold fast to the hope that she did experience our love, energy, adventures, and aspirations for her life.
She is still here, in spaces and objects and in lightness and dark. The brightest star in the sky beams her piercing radiance, her never ending energy in this universe… as physics assures us, her energy will never die. And as her namesake assures… Zora, the dawn… she will ever be the most glorious beginning of my every day, the reason for my endless sorrow and the sudden lightness of my arms, and the soul that I will cherish and honor until my last breath.
For those who love me, her father, and her radiant sister… you love Zora. For she is us, and always will be.
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