tea party

[quietdomino]

A year ago today Helen Hill was killed. I never even met her, but she was the first thing I thought about this morning when I woke up. She has touched me so much posthumously, as a stranger, because she seemed so far from strange, so warm and loving, so talented, so much of what I think we should all strive to be...smiling, making art, making friends, helping people. Loving life.
I wish I'd had a chance to meet her.


Today I light a candle and drink a cup of tea for this woman whose life was so senselessly extinguished, and for her spirit which will live on always.
RIP Helen.