O Happy Interruption, O Beloved Intruder - was it because you were so tiny that you were able to slip through the barriers we had erected around our hearts?
How was it that your little hands, with grasp so weak, were able to grip our hearts so tightly?
How was it that your quiet sighs and gentle laughter could cut through the clamor of our lives and bring us to a place of stillness?
How is it that one so small could leave such a huge void by her departure?
You brought with you obligations and responsibilities, chaining our lives to yours. How then is it that your absence weighs so heavily, and without you our days seem gray and leaden?
Had we known how things would end, would we have welcomed you? Would we have opened our arms so wide if we'd known they would be empty again so soon? Would we have had the courage to love so deeply if we'd known we would lose so much?
It must have been crucial, what you were sent to teach us, for you were given so little time to say it; a lifetime of love packed into three short months.
What can we learn from your brief time in our midst? What can we learn from the severe lesson of your death?
Can love live again? Is it worth the risk of loss? Will we again retreat behind our barriers? What will come into the vacuum left by your departure?
May love be your legacy, little Amelia. May we grow in love, and make you proud, that you will not be ashamed to say of us: