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Sacred imperfection

When someone we love dies, the essence of who they were becomes magnified. Every trait they had becomes the most special trait imaginable. We remember all the ways they made our lives better. Their vulnerabilities tear at our hearts, as the tender fragilities they were.

But when we can finally commune with their memory as the imperfect person we knew them to be here on earth, we have found our healing. Because peace comes in the knowledge that they were always enough. And grace fills us when we can give thanks for their presence, brief as it was.

© 2017 Kathy Curtis

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