My dear friend Ann died today of breast cancer. I took these photos exactly a year ago, March 16th.
Ann was a fighter. She was vibrant and passionate and strong. Anyone who knew her considered themselves lucky. I saw her two days ago and she was sleep talking in her own beautiful language, not making sense, but laughing. She was as light as a feather and could not walk unassisted but she still tried to climb over a chair to sit next to me and do a yoga pose. She died surrounded by friends and full of love. The same way she lived.
The last photo was taken two days ago.
Ann, I miss you so much.