Winter Duvall

This page is a tribute to a creator many of you knew. She was my mentor, greatest inspiration, the best teacher I could have asked for. She continues to guide me even now. She was more than that, though. She was charitable, giving away millions to charities in her short adult life. She was warm, kind, loving and empathetic if you were lucky enough to get close. She always encouraged me, made me feel seen, valued, needed, and believed in. She validated me, my every thought and dream she supported and spoke of as though it was all achievable and within my reach. She made me feel unstoppable, like I could do anything. At only 20 years old, she had suffered more trauma and heartache than most people would even survive thinking about, let alone living. Yet, she was tender, loving, patient and kind and never made my problems feel small. Gentle wisdom, patient sharing of knowledge, and a giving of love to me that she did in such a way, that she never had to say the words: I could feel the words in everything she did with me. She’s gone now and I’ll never be the same. I love her with all my heart. I refuse to use past tense on that statement. My prayer going out into the universe is that her soul will hear my invitation to live within me, where I would show her the life of love she was denied. Energy never dissipates, it transfers. I know she still exists, and I hold out hope that we will be reunited. I love you, Sneachta. Slán, a chroí 🙏❤️☀️🌈. But just for now. I’ll see you soon.