When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Lena was very considerate to me and others even though she was experiencing total pain. I could see Lena was very caring to David and Julie even when she was going through her total pain. Lena was brave and continued to be thoughtful of others while going through her illness. Lena is now out of her pain and may she rest in peace.
I will remember Lena as a talented, trusted, loyal member of the Phoenix temp team. I enjoyed working with her. RIP
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