I've been wearing Ingrid's shoes
We have big feet, I don't think she'd mind me telling you.
Ingrid has style and big feet
for some humbling reason she wanted me to have a pair of her boots from Holland and some strappy nude leather heels.
I've never seen such cool shoes nor had such a sense of the importance of walking in them
You see Ingrid has deeply impacted every step of every ground she has ever walked on
I imagine her, now, making that long walk home and I'm pretty sure she and her Father picked out a classy pair for the journey. I can see her smiling that ever so slightly crooked sparkly smile and holding His hand
She's happy now and has taught those of us left that living full and wild and free is the right thing to do, the right choice to make. I hope I can surmise that she would want us to ride horseback, throw pots, paint canvases and have puppies if those were the desires of our hearts. Ingrid packed more joy into her years dieing of cancer than most do without knowing our date looming.
For the few years Ingrid Boesten's friendship graced my life I have looked at her in awe. I have heard her sing and watched her paint and witnessed her do everything she wanted to do. Of all those many wondrous gifts none are greater than her love for her children. She keeps them in line and motivates them. She lays down the law and has clear guidelines and chores. I watch them happily and respectfully heed her in all she asks. In my own life I couldn't imagine being that amazing mother, those are shoes I can never fill. This isn't, though, about my many shortcomings but about Ingie's victories that are far too many to measure. The other morning I looked at the Boesten's mother's day pictures and the way Nico and the kids looked at her and I thought, now that is a life well lived. Just that. To have a child look into your eyes with that much Love in your final days, now that is living.
I will miss my friend but I, surprisingly as of yet, will not cry more than i need to because I can hear her telling me pragmatic deeply spirit filled truths about walking out each day simply and fully.
One of her dreams was to be a 'famous artist' and she entrusted me to help her complete some of those works with resin. I failed her miserably and it brought us closer. In all I did that I chalked up as failure Ingrid would meet me with joy and sometimes a sting of honesty. As much as I want to I won't Canonize her but think of her as a sister and all the wisdoms she drove home without reservation. I will think of tulips and coconut Gouda and the color orange as hers forever. I will think of the time she looked me dead in the eyes and ordered me to stop worrying about my weight and told me I was beautiful when I wasn't too skinny.
When you have wings you don't need shoes anymore..... kick them off at the door girl, you're home now.
Fly away Ingie.... save me a spot.