Survivor Stories / Tributes

Elayne Allen

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Dedication:

To our dear Elayne, daughter, mother, sister, aunt, mentor, teacher, and friend. You continue to teach us, guide us, and inspire us.

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Beannacht
(“Blessing”)

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

~ John O’Donohue ~

Last updated on: 12/19/2009


Comments:

Dearest Elayne,
Isn’t that how we always started our letters, with “dearest”? It was so true, how we thought of each other, with friendship and love and deep affection. I can still picture that day in 1975 as you walked into that classroom at Ohio State. Little did I realize at that moment how my life would change beginning with that day, how it would grow and expand and blossom with each day of knowing you. Thank you, my dearest love, for your support, your acceptance, your guidance. I smile when I think of you, and I know hearing that makes you smile. There is so much more to say to you, Elayne, but it is difficult to find the words and thoughts in my broken heart. I will close now with the same words we used when writing to each other, the words that are so constant and consistent and eternal.

Yours always,
John

John Gillig – 04/09/2010

Never seen a beettr post! ICOCBW

Navid Navid – 06/02/2011

My Dearest Elayne,

Did you, in your wildest dreams, have any idea of all that you would create in your life? You are the source of such joy and love and memories. I still think of you and, in those most fortunate of nights, you visit me in my dreams. Such bittersweet moments those are. You are with me, but so temporarily!! I do admit that I always smile when I think of you. I cannot thank you enough for that. You see, dear, how you keep giving? You helped make me who I am, and I hope you would approve.

How are we expected to get along without you? I am not sure the passage of time makes that any easier. Of course, the pain lessens over time, the longing softens. But there are still times when I would give almost anything for one more hour with you. I would sacrifice so much just to know you were still in the world, gracing it with your smile, blessing it with your love, improving it with your heart. Thank you, baby, for all that you continue to do for me.

Yours always,
John

John – 06/01/2012

Sweet! That didn’t take long. Now I’m jealous of you buaecse mine is doomed to be on it’s way out and I don’t know if I’ll see it again. I am older than you, a thirty-something. I will be so elated to see my old friend again, if it’s to be. I had the option to get a monthly shot that would essentially put my ovaries to sleep to protect them from chemo, but I opted not to get it buaecse of the side effects. Side effects on top of side effects, no thanks.

Laura Laura – 09/03/2012