Tonight I mourn the loss of a precious little girl. A dancer. A liver of life. A daughter. A sister. A friend.
I met her only once and had the opportunity and joy of seeing her fly across the dance floor with her Build a Bear Turtle turning and twirling as we took a one hour journey through movement.
A little girl so content to be in the moment. A little girl whose teenage brother loved her so much he acquiesced to coming to an expressive family dance class! Now, that's love!
A smile as wide as the ocean across her face, she pranced around in her little socks clutching her turtle, dancing with her doting Mom and Dad and the other kids in the class. She had a lot of fun and was elated as she got to ride on the magic carpet pulled by her brother as she enjoyed the ride sliding across the room.
I mourn the loss of a devoted family who loved a sweet little girl who loved the sweet apples that were served after class while drawing a picture of her dance adventure, so much so her mom called me to find out where I bought them!
Hannah, for sure, taught many people many lessons in her short lifetime and touched many lives. She was especially sent here to teach us about the value of life. I am sure.
Adieu, Hannah. May your flight to heaven be joyous and full of light and love and dancing with turtles.