I keep thinking about Layla's life.
I think about how short and difficult her life was.
I think of the lives she touched while she was here; there were quite a few.
I think about her purpose while she was here. Was there more to her life than what we experienced? I would like to believe so.
I feel like I need to justify her short life. I need to make it more important. How can an entire life come and go and then just become a memory? She was soooo very important.
What is the importance of our lives? How important are any of us? What difference do we make?
Can we do more? Can I do more? Who has the potential to make a bigger impact?
Do I fill the big shoes that are placed before me?
Layla gave so much. I think of my own life and I realize that I have wasted time and effort and I have hidden myself for years on end and put up walls to protect myself from bad people and scary things. I haven't done enough. And I have so much to offer. For Layla I need to be better, give more, and live that much more.
I know that it doesn't end here.
I know we will have happy times again.