Purpose
We all at some point in our lives search for our purpose here on earth. Not long ago I read a poem that one of Madison’s friends had written and at the end she said she found her purpose. I began to wonder about my sweet child no longer with me. What was Madison’s purpose? I know we all have one whether we realize it or not, no matter how short or long our lives may be. I really began to think about her time here and who she may have influenced that I didn’t know, or the lives she touched just by being herself. I try to remember as many of our conversations as I can. I remember her strong ideas and all the love she had to give and all of her hurts, emotionally and physically.
What struck me at her funeral and at her memorial was how many of her friends called Madison their best friend. That was such a wonderful thing to hear. She apparently had the gift of making each of them feel special. I know how much she loved and cared for each one of them. Her friends helped her feel “normal.” Madison strived be able to do as many of the same things as her friends could do. But they knew her limitations and were very kind to her because they loved her too.
The interesting thing about Madison’s friends is how different they all are. I believe she was the magnet that brought them all together. I honestly don’t think some of them would have ever spent time together if not for Madison. She had many gifts, her amazing heart being the best one. There aren’t enough adjectives to say how much I miss her.
I know what her purpose was.
This is a photo of some of her best friends at the 8th grade dance 2007.
