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My little bit of heaven.
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She came into this world without a sound. Her simple, serene gaze fell upon everyone in the room; her baby blue eyes enrapturing us all with just a glance. Just looking upon her made my heart fill with a love that I never knew could exist.
I felt privileged to be the one she looked to for comfort when she was hurt or afraid. During her earliest years, she was my constant companion. Always delighting me with stories, jokes, or simple, silent company. Always effortlessly offering in return what I was so happy to give.
Her personality was very magnetic, and so she naturally began performing theatre. She didn't care which role she was given. She just wanted the opportunity to make someone laugh. To make their day a little better. I was always so proud of her. She had more courage in her nine-year-old, sixty pound frame than I had in my thirty-year-old, 240 pound husk.
It was such a delight to watch her live her life that I soon forgot how miserable I had been. Every day was a lesson from her in how a life should be lived. Without pettiness. Without prejudice. Without fear. I'm certain that I learned more from her than she learned from me.
For ten years, I was blessed to know an angel. She brought meaning to a life that had had little purpose. She brought joy and happiness to a heart that had never known it so fully before.
And in a moment, her little heart that had such capacity for love and compassion, and that with its every beat gave my heart a desire to beat along with it, stopped.
There are dreams. There are nightmares.
This was both.
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