We have reached that place where our words fail us. Where songbirds fall silent. Where light falters at the edges. Where wind leans against pine trees, crying.
Yesterday morning, the biggest of the “big” girls in my family, my
sister, Connie, perished at her home in Butte, Montana. With her family at her side, she quietly sieved
away.
Rest in peace, big sister.
We miss you already.
“Little”
Constance Elaine
Christmas in
Butte
Connie and Tony
—Mitchell Hegman
So sorry for you, Mitchell, words are so inadequate when you lose someone you love.
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