There is an hour or so in the fall
when the sky is clear and sharp
when the clouds move predictably
refusing to gather into storms
when a crisp confidence
in the fullness of its own beauty
resounds in the Mountain's colors
as if, in the moment
the trees do not fear
the inevitable approach of the Winter.
They know all about that
fly-by-night Imposter masquerading
with the face of Death.
Taken from "Wabi Sabi--The Art of Everyday Life" by Diane Durston
This week we lost a special person. Denise was the daughter of a friend of mine. How sad it is for a mother to lose a child. All those years we nurture and care for them, we watch them grow and become who we always knew they were from the moment they were born to us, and then as swiftly as a breeze, they are taken away from us.
Denise courageously fought the devastation of ALS, always with a smile on her face and a zest for life. She died peacefully in the early morning of September 27, 2010, with her family and friends by her side. There are no words to express the sadness and emptiness that everyone feels without her. Blessings to her family and friends to heal.