I once knew a bright and shining star that flew across the heavens of my life lighting up its skies. She was a gifted athlete, a remarkable scholar, a deep thinker, a good friend, a treasured sister, and a beloved daughter. Her star, which should have shown for many more years, has suddenly gone below the horizon. I thought my world would be plunged into darkness as I would not get to see her use her talents for the things she was preparing to do or, more importantly, the innumerable things that lay in her path as yet unseen.
But I have discovered that instead of total darkness, a warm glow still lights the skies of my memories with drifts and eddies of thoughts about the life she did live during her short time here with us. Falling stars live on in memory forever.