she made room

you look like someone just….walked over your grave

i asked someone to write my eulogy once
just to see what they would say

this is what they gave me

*he did tell me that chatgpt helped him but these were his thoughts just in a prettier package.

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she loved deeply.
without hesitation.
without knowing how to do it halfway.

the kind of love that didn’t need to be taught,
only remembered.

she felt everything.

not in a way that made her fragile,
but in a way that made her present.

she noticed things other people missed.
the small shifts.
the quiet changes.
the spaces where something was said without words.

people felt safe with her.

not because she tried to fix them,
but because she never asked them to be anything other than what they were.

she made room.

and she held it gently.

she didn’t always get it right.

she gave too much sometimes.
stayed longer than she should have.
believed in things that couldn’t always hold her the same way.

but she never stopped loving honestly.

never learned how to make it smaller
just because the world asked her to.

she lived in a way that left something behind.

not loud.
not performative.

just… real.

and if you knew her, even briefly,
you knew what it felt like to be seen
without needing to explain yourself.

she was soft.
and strong.
and full of something that stayed with you
long after she was gone.

and maybe that’s what she leaves behind.

not just memories.

but the feeling
that love, when it’s real,
should never have to be quiet.

she was sunshine.