Goodbye, we say again, goodbye, Beneath a sad and sullen sky. A year has passed Since you drew breath; Surrendered to untimely death. My judgment, for I miss you so ~ I was not ready to let you go. Still, life goes on as well it must, So I release your dust to dust. Your … More Dust to Dust
There are no words, What can I say About that cold November day? * Here one minute, Then you’re gone. I didn’t know how I would carry on. * We’d chased the wind We’d jumped the moon. Our journey ended Far too soon. Bear, I lost you, Bear. Bear, sweet Bear. We didn’t get To … More No Last Goodbye
Reposted from my photography blog, Eyes to Heart. Lest we forget … via Remembering …
Originally posted on Shedding Light on the Family Tree:
When I was a little girl, I loved to hear the family stories my Scottish granny, Alice Gordon, would share of her parents swapping the civilized life of gentry in Glasgow for the pioneering life of the wilds of northern Alberta in the 1920s. A family…
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