#((also hello!!!!))

Bug tax!

(It has been such a long time! Hi!)

And the only solution was to stand and fight

And my body was bruised and I was set alight

- only if for a night; florence + the machine

In my experience, Esther Armstrong was always valiantly independent, determined, fiercely loyal and if anything, could exude a hint of Joan of Arc when times were a fair bit desperate. She had a glowing grin that radiated in any room she was in; anyone who was anyone always seemed to mention that about her. She was always kind when I was with her one-on-one, withholding a realm of wisdom and knowledge on such situations that many people did not have time to ponder about. She found the little things among whatever rumblings the papers discussed, and she used that to her strengths and would headline papers for weeks there after. Because that was Esther; she told you the story as if it were your own son or daughter on the other side of the world. She wanted you to be able to feel what someone you loved was going through, in a way where you were not only comforted, but equally being put at a humbled peace for the time being. Just like herself; humbled in her own respects, bringing upon comfort and content, and her warm, glowing grin.