In the world of recovery, as with my job and with my personal life in the program, people often come and go into my life.
I take women under my wing.
I like to say that I teach angels how to fly.
I help them put on the training wheels and give them a little push.
Some touch my heart more than others.
Instead of focusing on the painful goodbyes, I focus on the beauty and light they shed in my life during the brief time I had them with me.
They each bring something unique with them and leave me with sacred memories.
One in particular is out there suffering right now and I cannot help her because the only help she needs can come from her connection with her creator.
A few days ago we were laughing and having fun being silly and then next thing I know she is lost to this disease and gone.
Every time I have the memory of the last time I saw her face flash before me in my mind, so broken and so lost, I pray for her and hope that someday she follows the light to guide her home.
I love you Liz.