I've known others who have died more closely, but it never felt the same. We weren't even friends, just connected by her husband's family, people that I've known most of my life and loved for that long, too. This beautiful woman that I met a handful of times, the last being likely a decade ago, didn't just die. She was missed first, and very publicly, and then murdered, all alone in a far away land and I just can't stop feeling the sorrow for those who loved her. She was three years older than I and all I really know is that she traveled to fulfill a passion for capturing moments and spaces with photos, something I've loved for as long as I can remember, and she'll never go back home. I can hardly make sense of what happened, and I'm sure I'm not alone. For 11 days, my mind has gone back to Sarai and I pray that she wasn't scared, didn't feel terrified and alone, and that it was over quickly. I pray for her family that lost her so soon, too soon, and that they will find peace and closure in a way that only God can provide. I pray for myself, that I won't take for granted those I love & hold dear and that I'll love more and forget the things that wouldn't matter if I was gone tomorrow.
I'm just writing with Heather today. I have been absent from here, and have wanted to come back and share things many times, but each time I tried, my fingers froze and my voice was gone. However, I could not imagine writing about anything without acknowledging this tragedy. Sarai Sierra was a friend of our family and I'm still broken up for her family. I cannot believe what has happened to her and I have this unexplainable hurt. If you're so inclined, I'm sure that her family would appreciate your prayers for them in this terrible, sad time.