Octy

My motheras dream was that her Octy would come to life in the hearts of children everywhere. My dream was, is, for my motheras dream to come true. A testament to a woman who never lost that childlike self, it was forever entwined with all the other marvelous qualities that made up the extraordinary person she was. It was this gift, the heart of a child, to marvel at their innocence and wonderment, their thirst for knowledge, understanding, and most of all, their yearning for love. For this reason children were naturally drawn to her. They felt that love (unconditional) big enough for the whole world, people/animal alike while always embracing the beauty of nature. Her storytelling was a special time among family and friends. Her spirit would shine, come pouring out breathing life into every word. Her spirit lives on in the hearts and memories of all those she touched with her magic; now also will her beloved Octy.