Natasha

Bright spirit never still
There's service to be done
Dear ones or perfect strangers
People just acquainted, befriended
Long before painful direness chances by
Bright spirit rushes laughingly to press upon
Gifts of kind words or small deeds

So tragically a life snuffed
To eternal rest bright spirit summoned
As angels and archangels rejoice to trumpets and fanfare

Natasha, thank you for living your life with such perfect example.

Natasha is a family friend, half Iranian half Parisien who, while driving on her way home this evening, was tragically killed. My sister got a call at 19:30. She commuted 130 km each way daily from Leicester to London, whence she and her husband decided to relocate to a quieter part of the country, promising to give this commuting up soon. She leaves behind a very devoted and beloved husband and two sons just married. Natasha day-dreamed longingly of the days when she'd become a grandmother.