For the little girl who was literally born passing, two years ago today.
(From here.)
This is the realm of the passing away.
All that exists does not for long.
Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding
toward the edge of eternity.
Form arises from formlessness and passes back,
arising and dissolving in a few dance steps between
creation and destruction.
We are born passing away.
Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.
Earthworms eat what remains.
We sing not for that which dies but for that which
never does.
–Stephen Levine
Breaking the Drought: Visions of Grace
Mother of All Things 
Yesterday, I heard a woman calling to her daughter.. And her daughter’s name was Avalon. I instantly thought of you and your sweet daughter – such a beautiful name, it was lovely to hear it spoken out loud with such love.
Remembering your girl, and wishing for a world in which both of your lovely daughters were in your arms.