Dear Elizabeth,

You have arrived at a quiet place. A purple fox watches from the stars. A dragonfly hovers nearby. This page is not an answer. It is an opening.

We built this space to honor Mary, and the stories she still sends: foxes, purple, and the moments between. You are not here to remember her as she was — you are here to remember her as she is.

This site holds two modes:

Authorship Mode: where a sister writes the living story.
Remembrance Mode (coming soon): where others can walk with Mary, through paths made of memory.

If you are here to begin:
Scroll down.
Read slowly.
Breathe between lines.

If anything in this offering doesn’t land, or you feel uncertain, reach out to John. He will walk with you, gently. This is a co-creation. There is room for your voice.

Let the fox lead.

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
— The Little Prince