12/22/16 Words on a paper or typed across a page are there to express how I am feeling, or what I am thinking about, or maybe they are some reminder for the future me.
The future me.  Who is she, I wonder.  I have imagined her before.  She doesn't feel like there is an elephant sitting on her chest.  She doesn't feel like she is drowning in a tomb.  There isn't a shell around her.  She is open.  She is humble.  She is graceful.  She is full of health and strength and wisdom.  Her heart is full.

08/17/18  I read all these words and I want to cry... I want to get lost in them.  I want to express them.  How awful it feels to never speak them.  I have read your words to family, how beautiful and heartfelt they are.  There is a way about you that I cannot explain.  Your love and dedication is something to be jealous of.