I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Saturday, July 25, 2009


Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain...
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
-jane ormes-

July 30, 1918 - July 21, 2009
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  1. I'm so sorry for your loss. May God's blessings reach down to comfort you in this time. HUgs.

  2. I'm so sorry Connie. That is a beautiful poem and I read one very similar at my grandmother's funeral. Take care.



  3. Dear Connie,

    She must of been a wonderful woman, to raise such a sensitive,
    terrific daughter.


  4. So very sorry Connie, no matter how long we have them it's never long enough. With your Mum there is an invisible umbilical cord & it hurts when it is cut.
    hugs, prayer,

  5. Grace and Peace be with you now...

  6. May peace find you very soon and stay with you to keep her memories there as you need them Connie

  7. I'm so sorry, Connie.
    Just know that you're in my thoughts and prayers...
    *gentle hugs*

  8. i am so sorry she has left this earth... thankfully we have the promise of being together again.
    love and hugs and prayers .

  9. I'm sorry Connie had a feeling that your silence was because of this. Death is not the end, it's just a passage. but it's hard for us. You were a good and loving daughter. Your poor old mama's little earth suit just wore out. hugs.

  10. I am so sorry for your loss, Connie. My prayers and thoughts will be with you and your family during this sad time. From you previous posts you have many good memories of your mother keep those in your mind today and always. Madeline

  11. You are in my prayers dear one . . .

    I have been away from the blog for a spell, but all of my bloggy friends have woven through the conversations and sharing I have indulged in this past week. I returned to find some hurting . . . some fighting loss . . . some some facing new challenges . . . You, my dear, face all three.

    May God bless you as you grasp onto memories and hopes and dreams and the satisfaction of knowing the road of life journeys on beyond our mortal sight.

    Peace be with you.


  12. One of the first posts I read of yours was about your mom finding joy in a bit of ivy growing from a corner of a cement patio. I was so touched by that moment of simple joy in finding life thriving where it shouldn't. May you be comforted by the many memories of those simple joys.

    Hugs and prayers.

  13. She taught you well, and I know the blessing of having a strong, loving mother. She's hugging you now, can you feel her? Love from the farm.


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