Thursday, April 3, 2008

From Patricia's Aunt Rose

I received this via email and reproduce it at Rose's request - Kurt

We willl never forget our Sissy. She was an original. There will never be another like her. She taught us to love sweetly, kindly, gently, unselfishly; to pursue our passion; to be excellent in thought and deed; to be our greatest, as she was. I daily look at her picture at home and at work and can't believe she has left us. Such a stunnlngly beautiful young woman and with an equally beautiful soul. I will always feel honored to have been her aunt and I will spend my days hoping to be of some comfort to her dearly loved mother and father.

Here is a poem that was read at John Wayne's funeral. Joe, this is for you, as you are a devoted fan of his.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004)

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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there--I did not die.
Love Always,
Auntie Rosie

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Rose, Thank you for saying everything just right. Sis was a breath of fresh air who always left you feeling better then when she greeted you. For someone so tiny what a big difference she made in everyones life. At Ron's grandmothers' funeral, his 5 year old little cousin was loving kissing her grandmas' hand when I heard her run to her Mom and say "Mommy it's the spirit that makes Grandma soft isn't it? Such pure thought, more a point of pure natural knowledge than faith, this little child could tell that life does not just end when we leave our earthly bodies. That spirit lives on and watches over us till we meet again. As Joe said in his Easter message to us, I believe telling a story about Pat's sister, Michele family, "from the mouth of babes..." Sissy will never be forgotten and always loved and be with me in thought and in spirit. Love and families, I know are forever. They are eternal. All my love. Her Aunt Kathy (proud to have had the nickname of "Sissy" growing up in my family)