My flag flew at half mast this week. I lost a friend. It still sounds strange because we have not seen in the longest age. Everyone I mean everyone had something nice and pretty to say about her. I don't know if I have ever seen her cry. She was an encourager, a friend, a sister. Daisy : "fresh, wholesome, and energetic" image and that truly was our Daisy. When I think of the thing we will miss about her, I also think of the things we are grateful for in her life. Two weeks ago I would have been scared but today and now, I have peace that she is alright. God loves her (present continuous) and for me that is enough. I celebrate her life, her love, her warmth, her legacy, her kids, her home and even as every time I remember her I just cry there's this deep seated loss like I will no longer hear her praise God for her family milestones, I will no longer see her smile in mischief over something new. What i remember is her swaying with block s...