She had the countenance and voice of an angel. She loved her jewelry, but she didn’t need it. She sparkled on her own. Her subtle makeup made her warm smile even warmer. And every Sunday, she quietly made her way to the piano, her sparkling voice twinkled through the room, both humbly and comfortably leading those she loved in music, a passion unsurpassed by all but her family and her faith. A beautiful light, gone from this world, waiting to guide us into the next.