To love God.
To love music and reading.
To laugh, even at myself.
To not complain when I am sick.
To find joy in the clouds and sun,
and the snow and the rain.
To write poetry and stories as she did.
To sing alto while she sang soprano
as we sang songs together.
To always try new things.
To finish what I start.
To play the French horn and piano
even when I wanted to quit.
To be humble, and love the unlovable.
To delight in the most insignificant things
like popcorn every every Saturday night,
and grilled cheese sandwiches every Sunday night.
To not be prideful.
To remember that only God can give us grace.
To love unconditionally.
But most of all…she loved me.