Monday, May 1, 2017
Jim, Michelle and Kathleen, I'm so sorry that I couldn't be with you at this sad time.
I've been thinking of you all weekend and hope that things get easier for you. Someone gave me this poem when my mother died and I keep it on my dresser. I hope it helps:
In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends we remember them.
Paula will always be with you because she loved all of you so much.
