D. Eileen White
6/3/1923 ~ 1/13/2020
Miss Me ~ But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little ~ but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared,
Miss me ~ but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It is all a part of the Master's plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know.
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me ~ but let me go.
Author Unknown
When I come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little ~ but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared,
Miss me ~ but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It is all a part of the Master's plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know.
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me ~ but let me go.
Author Unknown
This is the woman who taught me to sew.
That gift became my life work and I will be always grateful.
She remained happily in her home with her best friend Fritz,
until the last month of her life.
There is a space I'm not sure what to do with, but
I know she is okay and we all will be too.
If you are so inclined an artist friend & elder animal caretaker
does some amazing work on this earth. She also writes
stories, which I think you will enjoy.
Katherine wrote a sweet post about mother on her blog.
Please take a moment to read, I think you will be touched.
The story of Tulip is so much the story of my mother.
Hugs,
Lori Ann
5 comments:
Dear Lori Ann, They are so precious our mothers, I so enjoyed reading your blog about your mother. The love was in your words for her.
I too lost my mother just two short years ago, she too passed in December before Christmas. At her passing i cried for my loss, but rejoiced in her journeys end, as i knew she was no longer suffering. I will miss her til i join her one day but til then i celebrate her by making her favorite recipes like her homemade applesauce, a tradition every Thanksgiving. As her mother, my grandmother taught her to use MacIntosh Apples, because they give a wonderful red tint to the sauce. That is how we honor them by continueing traditions.
Your mother looked so lovely and kind. Smiles,Kay
Hugs,
d
Dear Lori Ann, The sweetness and the serenity on your mother's face in this pic is so touching. Such a loving moment with her dear pup. Beautiful. Thinking of you in this time of sorrow.
Robyn
So sorry for your loss. Big hugs and prayers to you and your family🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
I was grateful to be entwined with your mother, and Fritz, somehow in the threads of life's mysterious path. I have loved seeing her photos with fritz and so glad she lived almot entirely at home, with him, and family near. No matter how we have our mothers...it seems unconscionable [is that a word??] they go away, but of course they don't really, they just wander elsewhere and come and go in the most surprising ways when we need them-it's a new language to learn with them. Love to you.
'grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if i were beside you..
i loved you so-
'twas heaven here with you.'
paschal richardson
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