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Victor

As she slipped off into the light,
standing there on left and right
were sisters, brothers, friends, and son
beckoning, "Don't fear now, come-"

"Leave weariness, the earthly's done,
so take your place-
your battle's won..."

------
Elizabeth Maksymiuk


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by emaks

Welcome Home
Exquisite Elizabeth.

Very well done.

Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: December 17, 2006 )

Victor
much warmth and strength in this. loved "the earthly's done". beautiful.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: December 17, 2006 )

Victor
Elizabeth
This is beautiful. Thanks

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: December 17, 2006 )

Of "Battle's won"
Elizabeth-
Good to hear voice.
Clear and true.


RW

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: December 17, 2006 )

Bea, AMG, Wanda B7L, JJd-
Your thoughts toward me and mom are truly appreciated.
Sad as I am, truth is she has arrived and for that I am consciously grateful. Thanks to each of you for extending your heart to me in this sad time.
Blessings to you-
Elizabeth

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: December 18, 2006 )

welcome friends
Elizabeth,

This poetry is so true, I've just been back over your previous posts and blogs to catch up as I've been very busy lately.

Whilst I am sadened by your loss, I am glad that you see the truth behind it. I have been in several situations where I can personally confirm that people passing are welcomed by friends.

On one occasion, a few months before my daughters death, we nearly lost her in a car, on a lonely road at night while waiting for an ambulance to meet us. She was resucitated after I took her to the hospital as she was OK again when the ambulamce arrived but collapsed again as it drove away.

On this occasion, my daughter was talking to and describing to us 'dead' relatives she had not even met and asking who they were while we were still in the car, but people who had 'guided' her throughout her life. On this occasion she 'cheated' death by a few months and was allowed to stay a little longer.

I wish more people could show the insight you have shown in this tribute and hope this knowledge gives you some comfort.

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: December 21, 2006 )

Ivor- thanks, and thanks again
Ivor,
Indeed, your sharing your thoughts with me regarding this poem do bring me much consolation and peace. I thank you for your sharing something so close to your heart with me.
I'm sorry for your loss, as well, and glad that you have insight enough to know that while we who are left "behind" grieve, we are truly blest for having had these wonderful people in our lives; while their death leaves us immobilized, their lives gave us all flight of spirit. Sadness is inevitable in such circumstance, yet knowing the gift of their unending presence in our being helps us to endure. Memories are all that can sustain for a bit, but beyond those precious memories, they live- for they have brought us an unending knowledge of love, and like a spark of electricity, THAT can never die.
Thank you, Ivor, for sharing such a close and sweet part of yourself with me. Right now, I feel like all will never be quite right again with the world, for I have "lost" my source, and my best friend. I am sad for me. But I know better. And I am truly grateful for having had such a wonderful relationship with my mother that I feel such great saddness at her passing-
simply stated, I miss her. I expect this will get easier with time, but I hope always to harbor a bit of the sorrow, for I will miss her every day, and that is of itself a bit of tribute to how much she meant to me.
My faith allows me to know that she is always holding my hand. And again, that I am so blessed for having been her daughter.
Again, Ivor, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your strength with me.

Best blessings in the new year-
Elizabeth

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: December 31, 2006 )

Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Your response was the first words I have read on New Years day and it lifts me to think that it may have helped in your grief. It is 13 years now since we lost our daughter and of course we still grieve, time helps heal the pain but I would never want to lose the sorrow we feel for her passing.

It is probably related to my experience of 'the whole' I so often write about, but people actually become part of you and are never actually lost. They appear at times of fun, times of sadness and often help to advise and guide us, as they did in life!

My father still tells me off for using hand tools wrongly, colleagues help me keep my mouth shut when I go to far. My daughter appears at the most unexpected times even when I am in conference wuth my managers and I never reject her, my close staff (and friends) now know her and know when she is with me.

Never ever deny what you know to be true....

God Bless,

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: January 1, 2007 )





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