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Ah, DG, the poet in you picks out a gem. As a funeral celebrant I am aware of all manner of codswallop and doggerel that's 'out there', lying about to trip up the unwary or ill-resourced mourner. I feel this piece very beautifully suggests the mystery that is dying and the confusion that is grief. May the poem gleam for you on this heavy day.

She did a lovely one about the Boer War that had a line that went - last summer green things were greener, blue skies were bluer ... I cant remember the rest but it was a lovely poem.

A family friend sent me that poem when my grandpa died years ago and it still chokes me up. It's a beautiful poem and I am thinking of you and your family today.

I'm really sorry - please accept this music:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIBs-xf01Zw

I missed yesterday's post. Many hugs and condolences. The card your Mum sent is very beautiful, why not frame it? I also hope that your workplace is being good to you and letting you have time away (if you need it) to rest and recover (because the shock you have had can be as significant as a physical illness) if you need it. A.

My thoughts are with you today. Sorry for your troubles.

Have been thinking about you and yours today...

Thinking of you today.

You have been in my thoughts today. The poem is lovely and brought a tear to my eye - I hope that you and your family are keeping well and together.

Rest - the thing that shocked me about it all was how I was so tired - even after spending a day doing nothing at all.

I, too, have been thinking of you & your family today DG. I pray that you found support & courage from each other and all those who love your mother, and will continue to do so. You will all be in my thoughts in the coming weeks
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That is a beautiful and very moving poem. I hope you have the support of family and close friends through this. Sending you a big hug across the interwebs :-)

I too have been extremely moved by your wonderful writings of the sad passing of your Mum. A beautiful choice of poem DG. When I lost both parents within 18 months I read Sheila Hancock's book writen when John Thaw died. Her words bought me great comfort, & particularly the quote'Stop,breath, listen for my footsteps in your heart, I have not gone for I walk within you'











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