Joe adjusted the microphone, cleared his throat, winced at the feedback.
Life is fragile, my friends
Lacie accepted that
Her life was a tenuous thread
Woven ‘round you and me
The day that thread was cut
Severing her earthly tether
Was the day Lacie
BECAME
This reading room is dedicated to
Her improbable, impromptu
Spirit
She lives on here
She lives on in our hearts
Joe turned from the podium, tugged on the tasseled cord and revealed the eclectic library behind him. Amid colorful chairs and rugs was a mural of Lacie surrounded by and reading to hordes of children.
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Loving having VV back with us, challenging us. This is in answer to her current well-packed challenge FRAGILE. Go on over and give her 100 of your words.
This was a beautiful eulogy.
I envision a much loved children’s librarian. And I have a few friends who would fit this description. Lacie is the perfect fragile name.
This is lovely. I really liked it.
Beautiful.
Thank you, VV