As you can see from our blog, there was a dry spell there for a while. My dad passed away at the end of October. For those of you that did not know his story, he had a heart transplant in his 40's and lived many more years than we were originally given. While his passing was sudden and really truly unexpected due to his miraculous existence, he was given a final gift of a release from hospitals and drugs and doctors. I would like to thank everyone for their support, prayers and words during this rough time. I think the poem that my lovely friend and minister, Patti, gave me is so perfect:
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing
electric vibration.
Our senses, restored,
never to be the same,
whisper to us.
They existed.
They existed.
We can be.
Be and be better.
For they existed.
Maya Angelou
Great poem! Great poet!
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