It was a very sad day that I received the call from Shirley - Amy had died that morning. I was struck dumb. I didn't have words to express what I felt ... indeed, didnt know exactly what I felt.
Then I think ... I don't need words. I can let Amy be my teacher. I can feel, and be.
To this end, I will let these stunning photos of Amy speak for themselves. Come walk with me as I remember Amy.
