When my mind wanders to my darkest moments in the mountains, the ones where I believed I was going to die, it’s not the terror that sticks with me, it’s the loneliness. When I believed all was lost, and I had nothing left but to succumb, I stared into an abyss - and all I remember feeling was being alone. All I remember wanting was my family, the people that love me. When I lost my dearest friends, in their passing I feel that same loneliness, the sorrow of not being there for them in their last moments. I didn’t know Hilaree, but in this hour I’m sending this light to all that know her, love her and wish for her return. And I’m also sending this light for her in her dark hour. With love, z