She died too soon. Why?
A life lived mostly in service to others, those with hearts broken like hers.
She owned every room she entered, every conversation, but owned nothing in her life, it was all borrowed or gifted.
Unfulfilled dreams of the normal, happy family she never knew.
Violence, paranoia, and nightmares nipped at her heels, keeping her in constant motion.
She died too soon. Uncompleted. May she find comfort and peace until she returns.
every picture tells a story 