We lost a friend today.  It is tragic and our hearts hurt.  We do not know the circumstances of her passing, but all day we have been asking each other if we did everything we could do to make her feel loved and supported.

We work with hurt, troubled women, a vulnerable population that comes with risks and challenges. We are not the only ones trying to lift up women with love and services; frequently their families and friends are doing the same. If anyone in a woman's life "circle" (including us) starts pointing fingers, it's too easy for finger pointing all around to get out of control and for everyone to lose sight of what truly matters.  Perhaps we could have done more but isn't the same true for everyone in her life? The answer to that question is unfair because it places undue judgment on the love people showed and improvements she did make in her life even if she did backslide at times. Ultimately, it was up to her as it is with all of us to learn to fly. All anyone could realistically do is work with her and help her spread her wings, test them out, flap them around. We will probably never truly know what was in her heart during the time before her passing but we did stand by her and show her her wings and encouraged her to flap 'em around, test 'em out. We loved, and that is pretty much the most any of us can hope to do during our time on this planet.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free…

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.”

(Beatles song)

Written by Cannon-Marie