And these were her words:
I am not sure where or how to begin to tell you I know your
pain, your loss. I know how very special your mom-mom was to you...so in this
most difficult time, know that I am here for you. Embrace all her beautiful
memories...hold them close. Laugh. Cry...cherish her impact on your heart, your
soul, your life. And know I am here...to be your friend...to offer a hug.
She was the only friend who came to the funeral. During the
months prior to my mom-mom’s passing, there were several afternoons when we
would meet for tea and talk about the hurt and loss I was feeling at the time.
The week after the funeral I went to her house for tea. I brought her flowers
and a piece of folded up paper. The paper was the original copy of "pay it forward" something I had written and read from the altar at the funeral.
Of all the words/things I have written, that is what I am most proud of....and
I know that she loved me for giving it to her and I loved her for being exactly
what I needed her to be during a time when I felt lost.
And so I will embrace all the memories of Neen. I will hold them close. Laugh. Cry...cherish her impact on my heart, my soul, my life.
And so I will embrace all the memories of Neen. I will hold them close. Laugh. Cry...cherish her impact on my heart, my soul, my life.
“That though the radiance which was once so bright be now
forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor
in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in
what remains behind.”
- William Wordsworth
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