It could be said of many that from the beginning, her life was battered by storms of misfortune. Like countless others, she was born with tragedy in her blood. And like many others, she did not become what the world tried to turn her into.
The Epitaph might read:
She received little kindness, but she remained kind.
She didn’t receive much, but she always gave.
She had no real friends, but she was a friend to many.
She would hope to inspire others, not that she was any of these things, to have the heart of a wolf, skin of a rhino and the soul of an angel.
DH Darling 