It’s hard not to smile when she does.
Never forced—those are everywhere—her smile brightens the dim,
lifts the despondent.
Her goodness, her kindness, her warmth…
it’s like she tries to infect us all with it through that smile.
She’s the epitome of stunning beauty—it radiates from her core.
What a gift she’s been.
What a gift she’ll be.
Even when the smile finally fades and her last breath is taken.
originally written 3/21/2013 here–one week before my Oma took her last breath