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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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The White Board #719924 added March 16, 2011 at 10:33pm
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Sad, sad days
In the midst of earthquakes and tsunamis in Japan, my world here, in my own little nook has been thoroughly rocked. On Sunday, I lost a mentor, a friend, a second mom and the woman I have looked up to for over 40 years. Just before Christmas, she was moved into a Hospice House. At Christmas, she sent me a pair of gold earrings with a diamond chip in them. (Never ostentatious, this woman epitomized classic elegance, style and class.) I've been wearing them ever since. I wrote something back by email that I will share, in part, here. Still trying to write that poem, but I can't. Yet.....
The poet in me wanted to write you a poem, but the thoughts
flowed too fast, and not poetically. I tried, but then decided to just write.
We've known each other for forty years
and in that time you've been a treasured friend, more, a second mom.
I don't pass a flower garden or see roses blooming without thinking of you. The same for whenever
I smell Giorgio perfume or taste maple syrup! Or buy Girl Scout cookies!
Or polish brass. Then again, sometimes I polish the silver just because, I feel
closer to you!
I like to think I've passed on to my kids and grands a bit of the work ethic you instilled,
I know I've succeeded with Cara at least! You've always listened to me and
given me grand advice. Although, some times, I know I haven't quite lived lived up
to your expectations of me, I have always tried because, just as with my mom, I never,
ever wanted to disappoint you.
I love you so deeply, but I know you already know this.
I will treasure the earrings forever. Cara will too when they go to her some day
in the future. Thank you for them and for being my friend.
I want, so badly, to give you a hug right now. Please know I am reaching
out in my heart and giving you the grandest hug ever......
She passed quietly, surrounded by love and family....I am missing her, but I can 'hear' her saying 'get on with stuff....' One very special lady who has and will continue to enrich my life.
 
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