Brittiney is tall and pretty with long, dark hair. Her quick glances avoid direct eye contact but connect in other ways. She is quick-witted, and very quiet around strangers. She’s like a mom to her little sisters, you know that comfortable, natural kind of way some people have with kids? Well, she’s got it. She’s not super sensitive with them like a normal kid would be around babies, she’s just naturally cool with them. You would think she's had kids of her own, and in a way I guess she has. She’ll flop them down in their seat instead of treating them like glass. She'll take them outside and play with them, and because of these things, they’re the kind of kids that like to go outside barefoot, and hold bugs, and swim in a lake or ocean, not prissy little girls who fear the world. But she also comforts them when they are sick, and holds them when they need her. She loves them like her own kids, and they love her like a mom.
I know that the merciful and good God that watched over Brittiney and her sisters, would not completely sever their contact. I cannot say what the afterlife holds for us, but I know that Love, unconditional love, somehow supernaturally continues. I don’t mean to sound phony, but it’s true. I see Brittiney’s sisters, and at times their eyes are filled with hate towards the world for taking their sissy away. One night,three of the girls together cried out for Brittiney. “We want Brittiney”, over and over till your heart feels like it’s being ripped right out of you. But it’s after those unbearable moments that the Love becomes evident. When the girls finally fall asleep, and their faces are at peace, I can only imagine what kind of dreams they experience, because I know that Brittiney still comes to them somehow. And when they get lost in moments of play, I know that she’s with them. When Grace(5) swings with the empty swing beside her, and states “Brittiney is in that swing, she’s there, we just can’t see her”, I realize that she knows more than most people can believe. The girls told their mom that Brittiney comes into their room at night, and I swear to you, I believe she does! I ache for the girls, but I’m also amazed by them, because their cries are not HOPELESS. Brittiney hears her girls and comforts them, just as she always has. And now they are all a part of her. Grace, Maddie, Mickie, and Lu, please REMEMBER. I think that Brittiney shares our joy in some way, so I wish for you joyful lives. Lives that have purpose and meaning in the small things.
It is this way of life that would be foreign to me, if not for Brittiney. She gave me the most valuable gifts I’ll ever receive. One: a true friendship, and two: meaning. Meaning in EVERYTHING. I miss you so much, and wait only for the day I’ll see you again.