Isabelle

Today is the one year anniversary of Isabelle's death.

I cannot quantify how much I love and miss her.  Ours was an odd relationship, but beautiful, and her passing has left me with a deficit.  I am so thankful that the time we shared was never wasted; every conversation mattered.  She was a philosopher at all times and I learned from her constantly.  Even when I disagreed with her, and I did often, I always felt further along in my own journey of truth than I was when we began.

Some people just have beautiful souls. Hers is one of the most beautiful. 
In her dying days; in her misery, she insisted on ministering to my children and I.  To her, healing came through love and discipleship. Until her final breath, she stayed on the path she felt God had called her to and although not always conducive to interpersonal relationships, she never made apologies for it.  Fiercely independent and strong willed, she was authentically Isabelle until the very end.

The course of my life has been altered in unfathomable ways by her presence in it.  I am so very thankful for her.