I do hope that when the day comes, whether in 1, 10, or 100 years, I don’t want you to think of me and feel sad. Even now, while I’m alive, don’t think of me and say, “Poor girl. It’s sad she’s sick”. Not that you do that. Think of me and think of the sunshine, and how I looove animals, and drawing something nice.- Esther Grace Earl (1994-2010) in a letter to her parents, dated Christmas 2008.
Hard to believe it has been four years.