I write, not just for myself, but for those who loved you while you were in our world, and love you still.
Your presence is missed every day, but we feel you around us, we hear your whispers, (sometimes shouts!) and we see the consequences of the work you continue to do all around us.
You still walk into a room and take charge, just as always. Many have said your hand was upon the circumstances happening in their lives at any given moment, all over the country. It shocks us, and then it's no surprise, when we realize that it was you all along. Gently guiding, yet wielding your universal power where it needed to be, you've set a few things straight and they have not gone unnoticed.
Today is your day, the second of your birthdays in Heaven, and we will lift a toast to you, to your life, and to your continued presence everywhere. We will celebrate, not in sorrow, but in the happiness of knowing you, each of us the part of you that you wished for us to know, and thank you for being the beacon that still shines for us all.
What Would Susan Say? "Get the hell out of your own way!"
Today (Oct.28) marks the 1 year anniversary of Susan's death. What better way to remember her than to read and learn from the posts that she left behind. There are literally thousands of messages from her at Murphy Milano's Journal, all indignantly calling for the safety of abuse victims.
"But for those fearful or unable to seek service from a domestic violence shelter provider, there is a book available that will take a victim from living in fear to a plan, with a roadmap to safety. "
The CUE Center for Missing Persons National Conference was always a highlight for Susan. This year was no exception. Although not there in person, her spirit soared all around each and every one who was there.
If she were there she would have made sure to hug all the old friends she met at previous conferences, dried a few tears, talked about the cases, and put things in motion as only she could do.
Susan would have met many new friends among the new faces this year, those who have heard of her, but didn't have the opportunity to meet her, as well as those she was close to by phone, but hadn't met in person. There weren't any strangers in her life, especially those who may have needed her help.
I know she was smiling as she observed the way people take care of people here, it's like no other experience, and among it all, it's creating closer bonds with those who are hurting, whatever the reason.
Susan and Monica....what can we say! Two powerhouses who come together to forge a friendship and take on whatever comes their way. Two forces of nature seeking the way to stop the hurt for the thousands they encounter.
There's nothing like friends, when all else fails us, whether it be family, or enemies made along the way, the love of a true friendship lasts forever.