Unmet but felt met
Leaving this world as she lived
Lifting with her words
I never met Sue Vincent, but when I learned she was ill, I wept. And when I logged into Word Press today (after several days absence) and learned she was gone, I wept again. Tears are blurring my view even now. We often never know the ways we affect other people’s lives but I’m glad I got to say “thank you” before she departed. She made me believe that my silly little poems sometimes mattered. And her work was beautiful until the very end. I hope she knew how much she mattered. If you have not, take the time to read Swift Passage.
Like Sue, it’s beautiful.