There you were, worn from the cancer consuming you, yet you showed up at midnight and played with the band just for him.
Jimmy managed to get up from his bed and carefully climb down to the Underground Theatre, just to support you, though he could hardly stand from the cancer consuming him.
Sunday the sun broke earlier than expected through our seven day rain, and I knew. At that moment, you were exhaling one last time, never to inhale again. Your spirit was too bright for the clouds, and you lit up the sky.
Bless you, sweet hippie chic, hippie mama, healer and lover of life. May your spirit soar to places beyond bliss, and your name be ever blessed on our lips.
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I wish she had blessed my life as well.
But she has - through you. Thank you Cat. Tears of joy for her, you and Jimmy. hmm...
Bless you, dear.
From Akron,