There are so many of you who have offered kind words, enc ouragement and prayers on thsi thread, the kitchen table thread and PMs that I can't poossibly thank all of you individually. And yet, each expression of concern and support have meant a great deal.
I got back tonight and posted this on the kitchen table thread, so I'll add it here. My Mother was cremated and it wasn't until yesterday afternoon that we buried her ashes. This morning, I woke up early and these thoughts ran through my minds. Don't ask me where a line like "Love is not like a bicycle" came from. Maybe it was a subconscious rejection of all the Happiness Is A Warm Puppy Halmark sentiments that I found a little on the empty side.
Love is definitely nothing like a bicycle
Love Is Not Like A Bicycle
Love is not like a bicycle You can't sit on it or ride it It is not of the physical world
Love may be expressed through words But words are not love
Actions speak louder than words But actions are not love
Love is not limited by time or space Love is omnipresent
Love is God and God is love In loving, we touch divinity
On Friday, October 13th, my Mother died But her love didn't die Neither did our love for her
True love never dies
I'm doing pretty good. with a lot yet to sort out. I brought home a big box of old photographs and am continuing to write a book of family memoirs and songs. Even got an expression of itnerest in carrying and publicizing the book I haven't yet written...