Some People By Flavia Weedn Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same. Some people come into our lives and quickly go...Some stay for a while and embrace our silent dreams. They help us become aware of the delicate winds of hope... and we discover within every human spirit there are wings yearning to fly. They help our hearts to see that the only stairway to the stars is woven with dreams... and we find ourselves unafraid to reach high. They celebrate the true essence of who we are... and have faith in all that we may become. Some people awaken us to new and deeper realizations... for we gain insight from the passing whisper of their wisdom. Throughout our lives we are sent precious souls... meant to share our journey however brief or lasting their stay they remind us why we are here. To learn...to teach...to nurture...to love. Some people come into our lives to cast a steady light upon our path and guide our every step their shining belief in us helps us to believe in ourselves. Some people come into our lives to teach us about love... The love that rests within ourselves. Let us reach out to others and feel the bliss of giving for love is far richer in action than it ever is in words. Some people come into our lives and they move our souls to sing and make our spirits dance. They help us to see that everything on earth is part of the incredibility of life... and that it is always there for us to take of its joy. Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same. I met your mom,nana, June only once about a year and a half ago as she said good bye to her husband, beloved, and best friend. She allowed me to sit with her as she" held court" and shortly after she introduced me as her new friend, Kate. I was allowed to witness the love and pride of family, friends and neighbors as she pointed each of you out or greeted you with a story. She was sweet and quiet but strong. When I described her to people I called her a pistol but not in a bad way. She had so many wonderful stories to share and she was so full of life, even during such a sad time. I know she will be forever etched in your hearts but I wanted you to know my brief encounter with her left a footprint on my heart! May the stories and memories you share sustain you and bring a smile to your face. You are all truly blessed to call her mom, nana, friend!