When someone dies, they leave a space.

Sometimes, it is a small space, easily overlooked, that regrettably disappears without fanfare.

Sometimes, it is an awkward emptiness. Those left behind gather around it, uncertain how to respond to the change. Family may talk about this void, collect mementos, and then busy themselves with other people and activities. But the space remains as they attempt to ignore its presence.

For those of us fortunate enough, the space left by our loved ones draws us in, inviting us to enter. It is an expanse of new connections, shared memories, and even discovery. It was into just such a space that I stepped in early December to celebrate Anne’s life. She was brave and curious, creative and generous. She loved well and in doing so, created a space that was easy to enter and difficult to leave behind.

Anne led from within, sparking new ideas, encouraging, and coaching. She invited people into her projects and ideas. She was an educator, a woman of abiding faith, an adventurer who hiked and cycled through the mountainous landscape that she loved.

She made meaningful connections, so it was no surprise that the many people whose lives she touched came together to comfort and encourage one another. Hugs were shared along with tears. We swapped phone numbers and created Facebook friendships. Some of us were able to take a physical reminder with us. A scarf. A necklace. Her family has her artwork, her many essays and journal entries, her field hockey stick, and photos. As I left the beautiful, snowy landscape, I carried a jumble of emotions.

I am still processing, and there will always be a hole in my heart that Anne left behind. But I know I will see her again in glory, and I was blessed to be part of her life.