Today, she would have stepped into fifty-one.
Instead, time remains frozen for Ronda at nineteen, slipping through our fingers in the quiet, sudden fracture of a single second.
One swift impact, and a beautiful life was paused mid-motion.
It left behind a heavy, wild stillness—the kind of quiet we spend decades trying to soften with memory.
We carry her absence not as a darkening shadow, but as a fierce, enduring warmth. Loved deeply, missed entirely, and cradled in the rawest corners of our hearts every single day.
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