It's kind of like dandilions. Golden flowers for a while, and then a great head of snowy hair, and then one day you look, and - Poof - no more dandilion, just a stem and a million seeds going everywhere. All the lives this one touched, all the things she said and did that made a difference, all the love she gave still there, only no more center, just the seeds blowing everywhere.
Blessings,
Barbara