Some words are so hard to say it takes a while to even form them. I’ve put off saying this for some time because of it. The world has lost Leila. How could she be taken from us too soon? I feel her loss so deeply it’s like a wound that won’t heal. It never mattered how far apart we were in miles, we were never far apart in our hearts. She is mourned by her family, her friends, all the refugees whose lives she improved, and by me and my family. To know her was to love her. And love her I did. I’m grateful for her presence in my life, for all she taught me about being truly human before she left us in body but not in spirit.