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Ella

I will.

I will speak about your goodness and faith all the days of my life, how your heart made me feel, how you laughed and stood and slept, what you loved and what you wanted, the things that broke your heart, the things that lit you up in life, the things that calmed your soul, how your music made so many smile, and celebrate, and love, how your selflessness touched so many hearts for all your precious years.

I will breathe out your name in the beautiful places drawing you into my moments of awe and I will weep with a sadness so deep it has no floor, I will send to you messages by angel should they hear my call.
I will defend your name and legacy, bring you to life in the presence of your enemies, in my eyes, through my mouth, through this body, I will.
I will love you until the day I die and then try to love you better still with the mended heart God will grant me on the other side of hell.

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