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Gram recited this poem at a very special Christmas gathering several years ago. It was the last time she had the pleasure of having all her family with her at Christmas. I am so glad that I caught it on video. And I'm happy to have the opportunity to share her beloved poem with you. Gram was one of the many "roses" in my garden of friends. And I thank her for the many lessons she taught me about life over the years. Her wisdom was never-ending, and her heart was always open to anyone who cared to take a peek inside. She is truly missed but not forgotten. Who would have ever guessed that her son, Calvin, would pass on into God's hands two days before his mother? What a meeting that must have been when she arrived at heaven's door and he was there to greet her!
When through the woods and forest glades I
wander,and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees...
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
and feel a gentle breeze, it's then I know that Gram and Calvin are with
me, and feel their spirits reaching down to touch me from above.
I love you, Gram. And I miss you bunches and
bunches. But I know you are in a better place and in very good company,
with Calvin, one of my favorite people in the whole wide world.
May you both rest in peace, together. |