Hilary

After reading Becca’s description of you in the Seton hall I dreamed of appearing to you. Placing a light kiss on your cheek and disappearing. If the thoughts love and care we all have for you were visible you’d see a cloud of pink following you around. It would pick you up and turn you around. Like a ballet dancer holding you in his arms. And set you down again gracefully. Look for it. It’s there.

Love Denise