Reply #120: My deepest, sincerest and most heartfelt thoughts, prayers, condolences and sympathies Nance…

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And that goes to you, your family and all those who knew and loved your mother. Your very beautiful, eloquent, poignant and touching post profoundly moved me and beautifully conveyed not only how much you loved and cared for your mother but also what a wonderful person your mother was. But then again, how could she not be? She raised a wonderful daughter in you and the legacy of her life and her character lives on in you and in all the hearts, minds, souls and lives that she touched during her time on earth

But I do believe that this life is just a beginning in a long journey and, like you, I believe this is not a final goodbye and that we will meet again. And I am reminded that, for all the grief, there is much to be grateful for. Even though my heart aches for you having lost your mother, I'm glad she died peacefully and in her sleep as she had wanted. And having received my own "gift" from the powers that be before my mother died, I genuinely believe that you re-connecting with your best friend at this time was no coincidence

I've enclosed two poems that gave me great comfort after my mother's passing. I hope they will perhaps be of some use to you. If they are, let me know because I've got lots more of them

I Am Standing On The Sea Shore
Bishop Brent

I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says:
"She is gone." Gone! Where? Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone",
There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes" - and that is dying.
A horizon is just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.

HER JOURNEY

Don’t think of her as gone away,
her journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting
from the sorrow and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort,
where there are no days and years.

Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost,
and she was loved so much.