Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war for lost, egregious souls whose thanks deserted you should never be constrained, should never need to grieve in anxious pain or ever cede to grieve alone.
Michelle, you gave without restraint, the light was grown brighter by your sacrifice and even though you managed to avoid the centre glow the light was quite enough to keep the shadows of another night at bay, until today. We knew so little of the troubled way.