Monday, 11 August 2014

To My Beautiful Beloved Mother In Heaven

☆҉‿ℒℴνℯ´⁀☆҉ ~ In remembrance of my beloved Mother.☆҉‿ℒℴνℯ´⁀☆҉ ~

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(¸.•´*(¸.•´*(.¸. •* ✿"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight." ~ Kahlil Gibran
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After life there is more. The end is just the beginning". 
~What Dreams May Come

Like all of us Mom was most happy
when surrounded by those she loved.
Family is everything to us

Me at age 21 with my beloved Mom always beside me
Soon to become a new Bride to Robbie

•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.♫♪ The Butterfly •.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.♫♪
High up into the sky you fly, and flutter by,
you beautiful, graceful butterfly,
descending only when looking for sweet nectar,

flitting from one flower to another -

testing them out like an inspector,
your delicate lace like wings,
catching the sun and the light,
looking like an angel in heavenly flight,
your life I'm afraid, won't be a long span,
so rise high, fly free,
drink from the nectar of life,
while you can.

Author Unknown to me
Me at age 42 a new Bride to Paul

Mom loved family and to have a good time
and beautiful things
My Mother loved this Tchaikovsky waltz and everything
lovely in life
Beautiful necklaces made for me by my dear friend Chel

Mother with a Korean rosary on her picture
from our darling Ahram

The beauty of a Mother 
can be defined by no other
"You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest,
and most beautiful person I have ever known-
and even that
is an understatement."
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Butterflies hover and feathers appear, whenever lost loved ones or Angels are near.

Today it is 8 years since my Beloved Mother began her eternal life in Heaven

I miss you more than words can ever ever say and it is a heartache that never never never does go away.

``What though the radiance which was once so bright

Be now forever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendor in the grass, or glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering;

In the faith that looks through death,

In years that bring the philosophic mind."

Cherished and adorned in Heaven as she was on Earth

Those who live forever in our hearts are never far away.

* My Mother, My Friend *

The young mother set her foot on the path of life.

"Is this the long way?" asked the young mother as she set her foot on the path of life. And the Guide said:

"Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

The young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young mother cried,

"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms. The children said,

"Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,

"A little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said,

"Mother, we could not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years. The mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said:

"This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And Mother said,

"I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them." And the children said,

"You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said,

"We cannot see her, but she is with us still."

A mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day.

She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.

A mother shows through in every emotion - happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow - and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space - not even death!

~ Written for Good Housekeeping Magazine in 1933 by Temple Bailey ~

My beautiful Mom's necklace and she loved these shoes of mine
and all my things from Asia.

“A new day is here. 
Yesterday is a memory. 
Tomorrow is unknown. 
Now is the knowing.”
-Ajahn Sumedho

A touching video

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(¸.•´*(¸.•´*(.¸. •*Petals of Peace to Brighten your day.
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Love it
May your eternal life bring you bring Robin Williams

When Christopher Reeve was in the hospital, awaiting a back surgery that had a fifty/fifty chance of killing him, a man burst into his room. He was wearing surgical scrubs, talking in a Russian accent, and said he was there to give a rectal exam. It was Robin Williams; the two men had been roommates together at Juilliard. Later Reeve said of his life-long friend:
“For the first time since the accident, I laughed. My old friend had helped me know that somehow I was going to be okay.”
That's sort of what Robin Williams did for all of us.

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering... these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for.” 
― N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society

I loved the movie The Bird Cage


  1. Sending lots of love today Jeanne, and know how it must be a poignant day for you.
    You and your Mother are so very beautiful and know how hard it must be for you at the time.
    So sad also about Robin Williams - he was a funny and kind man.
    He did a show down in Christchurch and the proceeds went to the people who had been effected by the earthquake.
    Enjoy the week