Rose was mother to all who knew her. Her warm disposition made everyone feel that they had a friend, her strong personality made everyone feel they would never have to fight alone and her exceptional cooking made everyone feel they were at home. She was an angel in life and now in death…
…When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. ..
~excerpt from The Prophet
Last updated on: 05/16/2009
Wow, that?s a ralely clever way of thinking about it!
Elora Elora – 06/02/2011
I shared this on my Facebook page and must have sbuelty remembered to wear a white shirt as for the first time in possibly years I am wearing one to work today. Feels great!
Hikmet Hikmet – 09/03/2012