Mary C. Healy

Happy Birthday Gram

Mom,
I miss you so much already. I learned so many things from you and we shared so much. I will never forget you.
Your loving daughter, Micky.

There is a word,
of grief the sounding token.
There is a word
bejewelled with bright tears.
The saddest word
fond lips have ever spoken,
A little word
that breaks the chain of years.
Its utterance
must ever bring emotion,
The memories it crystals
cannot die.
‘Tis known in every land,
on every ocean,
It is
...

We miss you, Gramma.

Love,

Donna, Ken, Matthew, Colleen, & Kyle

Be Still

Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.

Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.

If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.