Wren (1174)

Wren (1174)

$25.00
She was the best. Truly the best. No one could fly like her. My sister. What? No, no, I don’t mean like that. No, not the fastest. Not the most graceful. Well, you just had to see her. I guess it was because she loved it so much. She really did. She loved to fly. She loved to live, you know. You could just see it. Feel it. When I say she wasn’t the most graceful, I take that back...maybe that’s exactly what she was -full of grace. She didn’t even have to stop, you could just feel this presence of, well, kindness. Yes, that was my sister. She was kind. I hate to say “was” even. I know she died, but she still exists for me... She is and will always be an “is.” Sometimes a leaf blows by, a cloud passes, and I feel her. My soul is warmed. Her grace lives on. I feel lighter. And I know that she is not done. She is not alone. I am not without her. And together we fly.Select the item type and quantity you would like with this image above. 

click for item type details