I’ve sat down to write this letter and have created multiple drafts over the past few years.
Crossing out words countless times because nothing seemed to suffice.
The tension of knowing the weight of the sacrifice made and the softness that words often carry seemed to never match up for the right combination.
To say thank you for raising such a courageous daughter seems to simply be acknowledging a truth that you’ve always known.
Something that I was able to experience first hand in the midst of challenging circumstances.
There are no amount of words that could adequately convey my gratitude for the life I’m able to live due to the beautiful gift I’ve received.
But what I can say is that I’ve dedicated my life to the service of others who are the most vulnerable.
Sat with people in the midst of their deepest pain hoping to provide a small portion of comfort.
Allowed devastation and trauma to find safety, so that people are able to process and heal.
Created countless memories that are now embedded in my DNA, with my people that can never be replaced.
All of those moments, good, bad, or indifferent at their foundation have been made possible by the gift that your precious Amy selflessly made.
One that I will spend a lifetime making sure is never wasted.
I’m committed to moving with gentleness yet holding tight to adventure.
I’m committed to loving boldly while also being aware of the significance of its fragility.
I’m committed to not taking a single breath for granted, nor allowing a moment with a stranger to exist without kindness.
Words are insufficient to express the meaning of such a gift, but I vow that all of my actions will express the spell-bounding journey that is a life restored.
