NaBloPoMo (11/2016) – Day 7: How do you measure a year?

Sandra Moran was one of our best and brightest. That smile. That humor. That heart. Anyone who encountered Sandra was affected by her in the best ways.

In Sandra, we found a kindred spirit. She was someone who valued each and every person she met. Whether you knew her for 2 minutes, 2 years, or 2 decades, in Sandra’s eyes, you were the most important person in the world. She just had that way about her. When she spoke to you, she spoke only to you. For that period of time, you had all of her attention. When she asked you a question, she truly wanted to know the answer – she wasn’t just being polite. When you asked her a question, she gave you the best, most thoughtful answer she could.

I am so glad I was able to call this woman my friend. And I was so fortunate to have been able to visit with her in the week before she moved beyond.

For the past year, I have been holding true to the “Moran Minute.” Every day, at 2pm Central Time, the alarm on my cell phone has chimed it’s reminder.  And I’ve taken that time for a few quiet moments to talk to and remember my friend.

In fact, as I sit here at my computer, I can look up and slightly to the right to see a picture of her smiling face. Right above my mother’s smiling face. It’s my way of reminding myself that they are both still with me, watching over me. It makes the remembering not quite as painful.

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It’s been 1 year.

525,600 minutes.

How do you measure a year?

Remember the love.

 

 

Please, share your remembrances of Sandra.