October 27, 1925-February 11, 2013
“I believe you did not have a happy life. I believe you were cheated. I believe your best friends were loneliness and misery. I believe your busiest enemies were anger and depression. I believe joy was a game you could never play without stumbling. I believe comfort, though you craved it, was forever a stranger. I believe music had to be melancholy or not at all. I believe no trinket, no precious metal, shone so bright as your bitterness. I believe you lay down at last in your coffin none the wiser and unassuaged.
Oh, cold and dreamless under the wild, amoral, reckless, peaceful flowers of the hillsides.”
Even though I never got to spend any time with you, I have learned from what I believe to be true about you. Through no fault of your own, illness deprived you. I live differently because of your suffering. My life is full, I refuse to be cheated. I see joy and happiness. I am grateful everyday for small joys, small victories and even defeats. My children and grandchildren will know me...my thoughts, my dreams, my hopes. I will allow all to come in and stay, for as long as they need to. No judgments, no guilt, only allowances and grace.