My daughter, Justine lived large. She did things her way and when she did something she did it in a huge way. There was nothing mediocre to the way she lived her life. She had strong convictions and she stuck by them. She always learned lessons the hard way. She was an individual and she didn’t care what others thought of her.
Justine cared deeply about the homeless, abused women and the mentally ill. She did one high school Co-op placement in a drop in centre for people who live on the street and another in a shelter for abused women. She completed her 40 hours of community service in a soup kitchen where she served food and conversed with the people who ate dinner there. She didn’t just talk about problems, she took action.
She loved her family and friends and was very loyal. She lived by her own standards. As I write about her I’m often reminded of a woman from the Wild West. Annie Oakley or some woman dressed in cowboy clothes with guns comes to mind. She was a person who would not take crap from anyone but had a heart of gold.
“My mother…was perfectly horrified when I began shooting and tried to keep me in school, but I would run away and go quail shooting in the woods or trim my dresses with wreaths of wildflowers.”~Annie Oakley
As I am writing about Justine I am reminded of her strength of character. She was 29 years old when she was driving home after her night shift and was killed in a car accident a year ago. I want people to know about her amazing life. The book is entitled “Not My Story To Tell”.
Do you know anyone who reminds you of a Wild West hero or heroine?