March 5, 2019-
On that quiet morning,
your spirit filled our room.
I knew the life we shared
was about to end.
Your body,
ten miles away,
in a lonely hospice room.
was left behind,
and you traveled alone,
to the Placeless,
even as our son and I
were hastening towards
your somber abode.
With a swirl of wind,
dust and leaves,
you greeted us,
soaring upward,
in farewell.
Each of us embraced,
the still remains,
of the love of my life,
whilst comforted
in the knowledge
of suffering’s end.
So poignant.
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Her spirit is ever with me, and is one big reason that I write with regularity.
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It is obvious that she is always with you. Sorry for your loss.
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Thank you, dear friend.
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This is a fitting tribute to the somber anniversary of Penny’s Independence Day. It speaks volumes about your life together that she remains a comforting presence…
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Independence Day, indeed, and for one of the most fiercely independent of souls- an apt description of her day of release.
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Bless you, and bless dear Penny.
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Thanks so much.
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So sad. Hugs!
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Thank you, Angy!
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Beautiful words brother!
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