And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
~ Maya Angelou
Erica Staab 
This is beautiful and exactly the words we need to remind us of the precious gift we’ve been given, and now carry forward tucked safely in our memories.
That was lovely Erica. She was a great woman. A great loss. …. Blessings dear friend. Tish
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A very wise woman who shared her wisdom with us all.
I love this, Erica. Thanks for sharing it!
Karen
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So appropriate and powerful as her poetry always is. Thank you.