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My dear friend’s dear mother transitioned this week. She was so lovely. She was a knitter and sent blanket after blanket to orphans in Africa. My friend told me that towards the end she said to him “I love everybody in the world.” I am so moved and inspired by her. I hope that I can say that one day. She touched so many and will be missed on this planet.
Death, with all its pain and heartache, is always a gift, a reminder to use what you got while you get to, appreciate and love the people in your life. We are all going to die and the ones that go before us always show us the way, yes?
I saw this poem about death at a day of the dead celebration in the Hollywood Forever cemetery and I so love it.
“I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, ‘There, she is gone’
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, ‘There, she is gone,’ there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, ‘Here she comes!’
And that is dying... Death comes in its own time, in its own way. Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.” - Henry Van Dyke
Annie, I toast you and send my love and respect. Thank you. All the best on your journey!