So I'm breaking my new rule about not posting anything of substance here and am going to ramble here for a minute.
Its been one year since we lost Maija-Liisa.
Notice how I said we "lost" her, not that she was killed?
I am trying to separate her from the way she died.
Its hard when you think of her not to immediately think of the horrifying way in which she died but that wasn't her.
She was more then just a victim of a senseless crime.
She was a beautiful girl who lit up the room every time she walked in. She was smart and funny, kind and compassionate, she was a dancer and a teacher and so much more then that.
So much more then the way she died.
Today I am choosing to think about her and all that she was, not the last moments of her life.
She had 19 brilliant years and only 1 spit second of horror.
I chose to think about the 19 years.