Sepulture...
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Mood: my mood is Snowy.
Music: organ, piano, Cat's
near=perfect voice
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The things that went with
her: Rosary, Franciscan
by=laws, TAU cross, Infant
of Prague [from Prague]
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My reading: Wisdom 3:1-6,9
"The souls of the just are in the
hand of God, and no torment
shall touch them..."
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My points of eulogy:
If opposites attract, Hane & Dad
were a very, very, very attractive
couple.
To say my mother was Eccentric
would do an injustice to the word.
She always baked a cake for your
birth=day, didn't frost it and ate
half of it before you came to visit.
Hane and i were doing her medical
history for the doctor who fixed her
one eye that had cataracts, And she
paused at the Question,"Ever had
Seizures?" She told me to write,
"Only the induced kind."
Some people claim that Hane wasn't
a very good house=keeper; i tell
them that my Dad didn't marry her
for her home skills.
She often called people up just to
tell them that she was writing them
a letter. Did Anybody Ever get one
of those letters?
[Finally] Two things that Hane
actually said~"These are the socks
your father wears when he's walking
around bare=foot." And,
"As soon as I get enough money,
I'm gonna find out how much it costs."
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It was a cold & snowy day. Dan &
Eva & Janice drove me to the plot.
She was lowered by two very nice
gentlemen...one Hispanic and one
Bosnian. I was glad to meet them.
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{i might have thot to jump into the
Earth myself, but there was a box
in the way} Resurrection!
Rapture! Me? I'll be shovelling the
snow in a little while...and Praying
for my many Helpers. ~slac
6 comments:
These are wonderful memories that she would want you to hold close forever...and I know you will. I was thinking about you throughout the day.
smooches.......
Kat
and so it is thus ...
I am pleased to sense you are doing OK through this
very slackky entry. Like I said, it shows how much you loved her.
~ Karyn
The amazing Hane - cloaked now in a soft blanket of natural white.
she is forever illuminated.
listen to the whispers of the falling snow...
What a touching, tender eulogy. It's those little things, those stamps of personality we always remember. She sure was one exceptional woman.
wordless am I.
V
{chekme in the succulent Wisdom~WE are only
just begun...There is no End, and wordlessness is
but a Pause in the natural voice.}
~Author~
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