Re: My Mom
- Sorry for your loss Alf, but how nice you were with her
in her last moments. I do believe in the miracle you
--- In firstname.lastname@example.org, al_radzik <no_reply@...>
> Last week I buried my mother.
> My last words to her were how beautiful her blue eyes were as they
> stared beyond me towards someone or something waiting.
> She died a half hour later.
> The next day, I noticed a nest on my deck.
> A robin laid four blue eggs.
> She sits on them like a proud mother waiting.
> These are miracles.
- Thank you all so much for your kindness and condolences.
I needed to reach out to everyone and let them know and as a result,
I hace found so many good hearted folks not only from my own family
but from the little corner of cyberpace known as Eckankartruth. Thank
you all again and remember, in the words of Jackson Browne:
Boy of mine
As your fortune comes to carry you down the line
And you watch as the changes unfold
And you sort among the stories you've been told
If some pieces of the picture are hard to find
And the answers to your questions are hard to hold
Take good care of your mother
When you're making up your mind
Should one thing or another take you from behind
Though the world may make you hard and wild
And determine how your life is styled
When you've come to feel that you're the only child
Take good care of your brother
Let the disappointments pass
Let the laughter fill your glass
Let your illusions last until they shatter
Whatever you might hope to find
Among the thoughts that crowd your mind
There won't be many that ever really matter
But take good care of your mother
And remember to be kind
When the pain of another will serve you to remind
That there are those who feel themselves exiled
On whom the fortune never smiled
And upon whose life the heartache has been piled
They're just looking for another