And she is gone
How can there possibly be a
world without Lura? How can the world be without this woman whom has
always been there for so many of us? The idea of such a thing is
absurd. Like the keystone that holds a building together, she always
been there standing solid for our family. How can there be a day
without her? Please tell me, how can the sun shine or a breeze blow now?
My sister Lura has been as
solid as half-dome. She has been a source of strength, of love, of
comfort, of safe harbor that could weather any storm, could repulse any
evil and she is gone. That last gasp, that last breath has left her
body and it is dark, and it is cold, and she is gone.