Yesterday was Renee's funeral.
One of my friends ordered tulips for us to send to Renee's family.
When one of our children dies, or sometimes we have lost one of our "sisters," we send tulips. We do this because of an essay that was written a number of years ago. This essay has been passed around among people who have a loved one with special needs. Today I'm going to share this essay with my readers.
(If this is too small to read, click on the picture. It will open it in a new window and then you can zoom in to read it.)
Thanks for sharing this Kaylene. It has been a LONG time since I've read this. I haven't mourned Italy in years and I'm happy for my journey to Holland. (I do with that line about the pain never going away wasn't in the poem though....I don't agree with that part.)
ReplyDeleteKaren, You're right about that line. I wonder how the author would write this now 20 years later, if she would be feeling the same way about the pain never going away?
ReplyDeleteand I guess you figured out I meant wish not with...lol
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