When I was young and pretty we became foster parents. We met children for short and long times. Some stayed for years and some I wished had stayed longer.
Veronica was the baby we loved so much and were forced to relinquish. We offered to adopt all of her siblings. Destiny was her older sister, a beautiful little girl who had been through a lot by the time I met her.
Her mom died a few years ago and she contacted me, angry that I had written about her mom without really knowing her faults.
I knew some of her faults, but still cared about her and mourned when she died.
Destiny died the same way her mom did on Easter Sunday.
She was a beautiful young woman like her mother and her sisters.
What can I say? What can I do?
We all live flawed lives, but we still matter. We leave holes in the world for what was and what could have been.