Goodbye, Madam Angelou.

[h_h_gothrykke]

There is never much one can say about a person that will make a difference once they are dead. It will all be taken and then quickly forgotten. The memory of their loss is the only thing about the event that will live on.

Tonight, I grieve for the loss of a woman who's sheer beauty touched me with a sweet haunting string. Her words gave me an understanding of the world I know now.

In my deepest sorrows, I know she could still teach me hope. And still I rise.

What are a few words? An expression of beauty so profound it devastates with it's loss.