Krista knew how to dance.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
Dance....I hope you dance.
May you never take one single breath for granted,
Krista didn’t and she taught us well.
~Aunt Nancy
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