She graduated from university, a young woman full of mirth and bold dreams.
Her two closest friends described her as the one with belly laughter, and vision to change the world.
It was raining so hard that fateful night that the subway trains screeched, metal striking, rousing the commuters blissfully napping.
Her smiling face framed on the coffin and missalette, she did... starting with her family and community.
She was the second of his three children, and the one who proudly shows her long scar from a heart surgery when she was 4 years old.
With a robust voice, her father spoke through folded notes and photos: celebrating her life full of courage, fun, love for music, and most of all, laughter.
The jaimaican pink rose, cusp of womanhood, bloomed with the sweetest fragrance.
In the funeral hall teeming with unanswered questions and somber suits, the father wore his frail heart on his coat, beaming with gratitude.
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We attended the funeral over the weekend for my colleague's daughter (22 years old, after a tragic car accident).