MRS DOHERTY

I’ve thought about how to describe you over and over. All I can think of is how much you remind me of class clowns. It can be a full-time job trying to make people laugh, but you did it effortlessly. What made it funnier was that you never even tried, it was just natural.

Your lifestyle was a reason for people to unease the tension in and around them. You said your mind without hesitation, including the things that people were afraid to say. People described you as childish, and that may have been partly true. But, if having the heart of a child and living in your own skin was majorly considered as being childish, then they don’t get to have a say. I don’t get to have a say.

You took people’s problems like it was your own. I wished it was the same for you. I only knew you from a fair distance, but I think that if you had better people around and a fragment of privilege, you would have been up there. The best. It hurts to see that you fought your way through life. Fighting through religion, family, marriage, childbirth, cancer. Even at your grave, your family alienated from you. It felt like you fought for nothing. Like your life and those battles you fought did not matter.

You deserved more, and I want to believe that God called you back for that reason. For a heart like yours, you deserve to rest with Him forever. But, for the battles you fought, the life you had, and the beauty of your ordinary, this is for you.