6-23-42 – 5-11-2010
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I love you, Mom and will miss you so very, very much. But where you’ve gone, there is no pain…no confusion…no heartache.
The only heart aching is my own.
Your children…Kenny, Jillian, & Jonathan
. . .
I thought I knew a thing or two of beauty:
I’ve known your love since I was hours old.
But now I bear myself the awesome duty
That love turns into joy, and joy to gold.
How precious to experience your pleasure!
To be on both sides of the deep-felt glance;
To know so well the moment’s gift full measure;
To be both lead and partner in that dance.
No child can be but grateful for her children
When loved so well as to know well to love.
No mother can but hope her prudent passion
Will move a heart to move as her heart moved.
The love you felt for me I now can feel,
Which makes it not more lovely, but more real.