Title: For Jessie
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In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to make a long entry about Jessie. Not today. But I hope that in a way, this can be a proper tribute. Toward the end of Jessie’s funeral service, we were allowed to come up and speak if we desired. I could not speak. Instead, I sang this.
Mrs. Winterholler had asked me if I could record it. Until today, I was unable to sing it again. So, this is for you, Jessie, and for the Winterholler family, and for anyone who wanted a copy of it. It only seemed fitting that someone should sing Les Miserables in her memory, and I couldn’t think of a few lines that could fit more perfectly than this.
Take my hand, and lead me to Salvation
Take my Love, for love is everlasting.
And remember the truth that once was spoken;
To love another person is to see the face of God.
Hey, Jess~ I know that today will probably be a rough day for you, anyway, but I hope it goes smoothly. I'm always free to talk if you need to <3
Thank you, sweetheart. Take care of yourself, too. I certainly am doing my best.
This is a bit of a silly picture, from when Jessie and I were trying on wigs together. I just love her smile in it. It’s been a year, and I’d be lying if I said I was taking it well. I’m hoping I’ll be able to bring myself to write something more meaningful later, but I wanted to share another photo I had hidden away. It goes without saying that I lost a part of my heart that day. She was so special to me. To so many. I’ll miss her forever, but she left such a profound impression on so many of us, she will never truly be gone.
We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on.
(Source: always-a-pleasure, via chubbykin)
"You are soft. You’re emotional. You care what people think. Now there’s one thing you learn before leaving this place, it’s that we - even the weakest among us - are better than the best of them."
(Source: noblefighter, via chubbykin)
Cross-training to front of house at The Three Broomsticks! The house elves in the kitchen are on their own….
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