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Ah! For Grace! Love Love Love and Clear Light on her journey! :heartflower:

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happy2bme

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Thank you for sharing your day, I thought of you often yesterday and hoped you found some peace and joy in your day.

"If I have even a hint of your dignity, or your true kindness, or your amazing courage, I will walk proudly." Walk proudly my friend, you have all these qualities.:kiss:

Grace. My mother. Today is her birthday and today we buried her ashes into dads grave. She loved dad with resolute commitment. What a fine woman, loving all those years, through the good, the bad, the mundane and all the other days too. Grace. My mother. At peace, laid to rest with dad.

We gathered, my sister and I, with some grandchildren, some of her great grand-children and some old family friends. It was bright sunny morning - the kind of morning mum loved.

We gave her perfect roses. She loved roses. We cried, we laughed, we shared stories. We loved. I read Peace My Heart, in a loud clear voice, with tears in my eyes. We placed lots of photos, of all those she loved, with her. I placed a photo of Fummy, my cat, with a note from him, with her. She loved my cat. He loved the hell out of her. Later we all drank tea and ate cake, just the way she would have wanted us to. I wore her favourite perfume, so did my sister.

Good-bye my darling mother. I walk through my life with you in my blood and in my heart. If I have even a hint of your dignity, or your true kindness, or your amazing courage, I will walk proudly.

In celebration and gratitude for a life well lived and well loved. Grace, my Mum, the woman who helped heal my heart, my mind and my faith in love. :rose:

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Peace My heart

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.


Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher (1861 - 1941)
 

La La Lou Lou

Crusader
Say not in grief that she is no more
but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but the putting out of the lamp
because the dawn has come.

- R. Tagore
 

Purple Rain

Crusader
Grace. My mother. Today is her birthday and today we buried her ashes into dads grave. She loved dad with resolute commitment. What a fine woman, loving all those years, through the good, the bad, the mundane and all the other days too. Grace. My mother. At peace, laid to rest with dad.

We gathered, my sister and I, with some grandchildren, some of her great grand-children and some old family friends. It was bright sunny morning - the kind of morning mum loved.

We gave her perfect roses. She loved roses. We cried, we laughed, we shared stories. We loved. I read Peace My Heart, in a loud clear voice, with tears in my eyes. We placed lots of photos, of all those she loved, with her. I placed a photo of Fummy, my cat, with a note from him, with her. She loved my cat. He loved the hell out of her. Later we all drank tea and ate cake, just the way she would have wanted us to. I wore her favourite perfume, so did my sister.

Good-bye my darling mother. I walk through my life with you in my blood and in my heart. If I have even a hint of your dignity, or your true kindness, or your amazing courage, I will walk proudly.

In celebration and gratitude for a life well lived and well loved. Grace, my Mum, the woman who helped heal my heart, my mind and my faith in love. :rose:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYMLMj-SibU

Peace My heart

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.


Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher (1861 - 1941)

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What could be better than you and roses and tea and cake?

All my love to you and thankfulness for the life of your mum. She truly left the world better than she found it because she left you in it.
 

lotus

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Sallydance said:
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Good-bye my darling mother. I walk through my life with you in my blood and in my heart. If I have even a hint of your dignity, or your true kindness, or your amazing courage, I will walk proudly.

In celebration and gratitude for a life well lived and well loved. Grace, my Mum, the woman who helped heal my heart, my mind and my faith in love.

Beautifull goodbye!


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Free Being Me

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“Grudges are for those who insist that they are owed something; forgiveness, however, is for those who are substantial enough to move on.”
― Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile
 
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