The Hands of Ella DuJardin

What seemed like darkness to everyone else was the brightest spot I knew

Photo by Peter Sjo on Unsplash

Watching her die was the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.

Most would dismiss her as ‘troubled’ or ‘disturbed.’ Her life was too messy to want to be involved, too chaotic to touch. Men would have gladly touched her body, but they wanted no part of the…