I lurked on your Pinterest account.
Then you died.
Ironic that I found your Pinterest while I was ill. A friend of a friend of a friend, I fell down the well of page after page after page as I languished in my bed.
I found you to be fascinating. I still do.
I never met you in person. It doesn’t matter. Your carefully curated Pinterest told me so much about you.
You liked eyeshadow tutorials. Recipes for decadent desserts. Ways to shave dollars off your grocery bill. Earrings and necklaces, you showed a preference for bohemian similar to mine.
Twenty-three uses for regular ordinary vinegar. Exercises to do with your homeschooled children. Using vanilla to make your house smell amazing.
You had pins interspersed here and there about your belief in God, your identity as a Christian.
You never once mentioned the cancer that would murder you at such a young age.
I would have liked to have met you in person. Instead, I will light a candle for you the next time I go to Mass. Beautiful lady, warrior who fought a battle no person should have to fight, a candle is the least I can do.
