Emiliana, an old soul, who was giving and accepting of everyone. An amazing photographer and an advocate for people who needed it. She loved fiercely. She left behind broken pieces that will never heal.
My mini me, my first born, a connection I cannot even explain. I miss her sense of humor and the way she accepted everyone right where they were in life. I miss seeing her with her siblings and the little ones getting to know her. She left a hole in my soul when she left.