she danced.
she sang. she took.
she gave. she served.
she loved.
she dissented. She
enlivened.
she saw. she grew. she
sweated.
she changed.
she learned. she laughed.
she shed
her skin.
she bled on the pages of her days,
she walked
through walls,
she lived with intention.
~maryanne hershey
Today, I received a note from Slac, informing me that his mother Jane, fondly known to the rest of us as Hane the Matriarch, has passed, deciding to move onto bigger and more wondrous things...
Rest well, Miss Hane - and know we will look after your favoured son ...as he does us in wonderous and amazing ways...
Happy that grief is short & passing,
but Love and Forebearance are both
Remember, then, your own fair Mother
7 comments:
So sad...your entry is beautiful.
I just read this over at Slacs too....so sad....
~JerseyGirl
http://journals.aol.com/cneinhorn/WonderGirl
Beautiful tribute! I am sorry for your friend's loss.
xoxo
{i should read this^ during the Wake...
OR just remember it, Day by Day}
It was true of her, and you are true enuf
to Say it so. Appreciata/Adorata ~slac
Its so weird how we can even feel each other's pain across journal world, I noted the strangeness of feeling so sad for a friend I have never met upon learning of his mother's passing. Probably because I feel like I know him, and in his writing learned how much he loved his Mom.
This was very beautiful of you to post, he's right, it could be read.
~ Karyn
Flora, I bow!
V
I just lost my Papa last night.. It seems as if so many of our most treasure loved ones are moving on.
M
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