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A Spotless Rose

     I woke up to a lot of birds today, and I've noticed them throughout my day. Their sweet sound- and it reminds me of you...
     The sun always seems to shine the day after we lose a loved one- but today it shines exceptionally bright. Perhaps because you have been one of the most radiant, kind hearted and beautiful people I have ever met inside and out. I have always appreciated your value on the simple things in life; like laughter, sunshine, your family, friendships, the power and passion of music you devoted yourself to, and living each day to the fullest. You took adventures as they came- and truly grabbed it by the reigns (or the bow in some cases...). You truly helped those around you to let go of  superficial things that would not matter in the grand scheme.
    
As I was driving this morning- I hadn't cried yet today, until I drove past the last place we met up for tea at a few months ago back home. You visited me on one of your crazy short trips. But you made time. You always made time to see me- for adventure. For fun. For the things that mattered to you. You gave me a growing kit for an amaryllis flower- to grow with me in recovery, and so I would have plants of my own, just like you guys in your apartment. I still have it, and in it, I see you.

     I had my choir C.D. from the first year of college on in my car- and to know that you were on it is quite surreal. To know I will walk into Butler, and never set foot onto the stage with you again, or have you run up to me elated is devastating. But to know your spirit is right with me, and within me in everything I do is incredible. To know the joy you have brought to this world- my life and all those you have touched is unbelievable. A Spotless Rose came on my stereo. And that is you. Sprung from a tender root.... your fairest buds unfolding to light as a beautiful soul of this world, and singing in the heavenly choir with your pure and beautiful sound. Thank you for being the light in a world of darkness, and changing this world for the better.

Now sleeps the crimson petal. 

Rest in peace Justina. I love you so much.  

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