Jozy loved her nubbins.
She could catch a dogobie like a wide receiver.
Who dat? A sharpeagle.
We had our own vocabulary.
In her old age, she walked you.
Make no mistake about it.
And in those walks, she made you appreciate
bird song before sunrise
the breeze and everything it carried
the simple beauty in moving slow before the world is awake.
She brought so much joy and has left it with us
like all angels do.