2001 - 2017
Moeta was practically born in my hands, her mother being young and overwhelmed. She had been a constant companion to me all her life. The hole in my heart is too big to fill with another, and I'm too old to try. I'm told to think of the joy they brought in life, rather than the pain of their passing, but while joy is light and love, sadness is heavy, suffocating, and welcomed, like a warm blanket, to soak up the tears.