Thank you all for today.
I wanted to share a piece written by local poet/writer, Vicki Edmonds that I am reminded of:
Hope falls
like white feathers
when the bird of the soul
flies to god.
Our eyes can't see
the ascent,
but the soft places
made
by your being here
still gather
around us.
Love, peace, and warm embraces to you all – what an incredible loss.
Liza Sheehan
Lara Kellogg
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- The breadth of her relationship to us is far reaching, her friendships deep and long lasting. Ever in motion, she lived three lives every day, her broad smile and infectious laughter gracing each moment. She was a natural storyteller, in delivery and in experience, for they were her stories, unembellished. To summarize her would be a travesty of embarrassing proportions; even for those of us who were characters in her stories, our remembrance is but a moment of her rich life. If you live only one life each day, these stories will be a window into an existence extraordinary. Yes, if you were close, if you were acquainted, and even if you never had the opportunity, these stories will help all of us in the years to come, our years without Lara.
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