She was percieved as such a cold-hearted woman, pure logic, pure reason.
She diluded everyone else into thinking she was cold - heartless.
I know the truth, she was but a woman, protecting herself with logic and reason. She hid from the world that had broken her over and over again.
Once was a time when she offered her heart out, a delicate piece of glass.
She gave it freely - returned with a pile of shattered pieces.
To the world Temperance Brennan seems cold-hearted, distant, unloving,
to anyone who knew her she was the greatest of all of us. Such a heart.
She was the best because of what she did. One glance and you think you know her in entirety,one look and you think you see right into her cold heart.
How wrong you can be and yet still a better person.
Without compassion or grief it seems to the world she can take anything in stride.
Deep inside she holds the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Daffodil, Daisy, Jupiter.
The simplest of things and yet only one person could see through that stony exterior,
the compartmentalizing, to the wonderfull person locked deep down in a chamber of sorrow. To see the broken woman selflessly repeating actions without reward, without recognition.
She was a gift to the world and a joy to those who knew her.
Dr. Temperance Joy Brennan What a mouthful,
What a woman.