It feels selfish to grieve, it feels cold not to. It feels far too easy to pretend there's been some mistake. I'm afraid of how much it might hurt if I let myself process it. And I'm afraid of betraying a beautiful life if I bottle it up and act like it's not real. So, until I figure it out, I remember with fondness the smile, the laughter, the kind words, the sneaky ninja moves, the snarky comments, the Greek connection, a fabulous coworker and dear friend.
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| This is what happens when Elsa goes all ninja on your back |
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| And this, sadly is the only picture I have of her...gettin' down with her bad blue self (making chemo with Zanette) |
