Thinking of Cathy

This is a poem that comes to mind when I'm feeling melancholy and sad. In many ways it reminds me of Cathy and how she lived her life. She didn't have a lot of friends and didn't want for more. She didn't chase after fame and fortune but rather what God has taught. I love her and miss her with all my heart and pray I see her again.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove.
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.
A violet among the Mossy stone half hidden from the eye,
Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown and few would know,
When Lucy ceased to be.
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me.
William Wordsworth.