So gorgeous. So fragile. I told her there would be beauty out of pain. This day has finally come, but I still remember those heart breaking tears at the graveyard of old Glasgow. Despite the sadness she brought so much joy and laughter during her short visit. She always would and many loved her for that. Yet, I mostly loved her for the golden heart. Now the smile is back and the dress is white. New flowers have grown from the ashes.