She lost her battle with cancer and I was feeling pretty bad about it so I wrote a poem and it made me feel better.
Its been about three weeks now and I went back to the poem and it just makes me feel better to share it...so just remember that you should charish time with your friends and what they do for you.
One bit of info is that she always liked to call everyone she knew well "hun" short for honey.
A river lies concealed deep within a forest,
Not many know how it flows, like this work, without any steady rhythm or rhyme,
How it flows with being and living, babbles with generous breathing
Not many know how it flows; yet some truly do and rely on it to flow
It is the spring, the river heated gently by the heated globe up above,
The mortals of the forest are out and about,
Drinking water from the river, hydration and energy the river provides,
The flow warming, giving to all creatures of the forest, to the river they move
A deer approaches the river, one that has not been there before,
It is unsteady, shaken for it has traveled far hoping for existence,
It takes a drink from the river, the water fresh and cool,
It gives new vitality to the young deer, strength that gives it a new being
It is now the summer, the river flows with less water,
Yet all the animals of the forest are still unselfishly provided for,
As the orange globe now shines stronger,
Drying up more water each day, but the river does endure
The deer is still near, coming to the river daily,
It drinks graciously, always leaving with what it needs,
The river does not complain, for it lives to flow and serve,
It lives to flow and serve for any of them, everyone in all
It is now the fall, the leaves lining the river turning their shades,
The reflection of them shines on the river, now flowing stronger,
The orange balls heat absorbed less and less each day,
The river still flows, yet grows more tiresome each day
The deer has now become a regular at the river,
Relying on its sustenance it gives so generously,
Yet it knows it will have to leave soon, to go into repose for the forthcoming season,
Yet it still stays at the rivers edge, till the very end
It is now the winter, the sun shining not at all,
The river is docile and frozen, trying to flow but losing the fight,
The animals do not come anymore, for they have gone into respite
The river does not flow anymore, nevermore, does not provide for
Now it is spring and the deer has arrived,
Yet the river is smaller, yet flows stronger,
It cannot be consumed anymore, so now it must travel
Its sojourn made pleasant for now the deer now has a son
It is still the spring and the river still cold, it is different, it is not the same,
The river is still cold, and that can only change with time,
It can only change with heat and warmth from we the sun,
You will still flow through us, your message flowing,
Flowing through our veins and into our heart?
Keep on flowing, keep on flowing?
You will always flow with us
Keep on flowing with us?always with us?Hun?
Its been about three weeks now and I went back to the poem and it just makes me feel better to share it...so just remember that you should charish time with your friends and what they do for you.
One bit of info is that she always liked to call everyone she knew well "hun" short for honey.
A river lies concealed deep within a forest,
Not many know how it flows, like this work, without any steady rhythm or rhyme,
How it flows with being and living, babbles with generous breathing
Not many know how it flows; yet some truly do and rely on it to flow
It is the spring, the river heated gently by the heated globe up above,
The mortals of the forest are out and about,
Drinking water from the river, hydration and energy the river provides,
The flow warming, giving to all creatures of the forest, to the river they move
A deer approaches the river, one that has not been there before,
It is unsteady, shaken for it has traveled far hoping for existence,
It takes a drink from the river, the water fresh and cool,
It gives new vitality to the young deer, strength that gives it a new being
It is now the summer, the river flows with less water,
Yet all the animals of the forest are still unselfishly provided for,
As the orange globe now shines stronger,
Drying up more water each day, but the river does endure
The deer is still near, coming to the river daily,
It drinks graciously, always leaving with what it needs,
The river does not complain, for it lives to flow and serve,
It lives to flow and serve for any of them, everyone in all
It is now the fall, the leaves lining the river turning their shades,
The reflection of them shines on the river, now flowing stronger,
The orange balls heat absorbed less and less each day,
The river still flows, yet grows more tiresome each day
The deer has now become a regular at the river,
Relying on its sustenance it gives so generously,
Yet it knows it will have to leave soon, to go into repose for the forthcoming season,
Yet it still stays at the rivers edge, till the very end
It is now the winter, the sun shining not at all,
The river is docile and frozen, trying to flow but losing the fight,
The animals do not come anymore, for they have gone into respite
The river does not flow anymore, nevermore, does not provide for
Now it is spring and the deer has arrived,
Yet the river is smaller, yet flows stronger,
It cannot be consumed anymore, so now it must travel
Its sojourn made pleasant for now the deer now has a son
It is still the spring and the river still cold, it is different, it is not the same,
The river is still cold, and that can only change with time,
It can only change with heat and warmth from we the sun,
You will still flow through us, your message flowing,
Flowing through our veins and into our heart?
Keep on flowing, keep on flowing?
You will always flow with us
Keep on flowing with us?always with us?Hun?
