She would have turned 17 this year. I can’t imagine the length of her hair or the hue of her eyes anymore. The sound of her voice and things that would make her heart beat fast elude me, this sweet’s girls mama. Would her face resemble mine or…
“Higher!” I cried. “Hold tight!” Leaning in, my hands grasping his, my dad pushed me up as I balanced my little four-year-old body against his feet. I giggled, and he laughed as he stretched his legs as far as they would go. “I’m flying!” I looked down…
She stood among the sea of people, eyes closed, arms lifted high. The music swelled and her arms stretched farther, higher, as if trying to touch heaven itself. My eyes drank in the sight: this brave woman who stood alone even though she was surrounded by others. Drawn to this…