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September 13th, 2021 – Post #15
Tonight I was thinking about my mom, and this poem, written by my mom’s mom, came to mind; so I thought I would share it here:
Tonight I watched the sun set,
Beautiful it was in hues of red and gold;
’Twas then the thought did strike me
That I am growing old!
In youth the sun shone brightly
In a cloudless sky.
Middle age, high noon,
Only a few shadows passing by.
And now, as I see the sun
Sinking in the west,
I wonder how long ‘twill be
Before I find that perfect rest.
No troubles, sorrows or regrets
Will be on that fair shore –
Only eternal peace
For me forever more.
May my life be as the evening sun,
Beautiful to see;
Leaving color streaked pathways,
Reminding folks of me.
– Elizabeth “Libby” H. Miller
(aka Grandma Woody) 🌅
Me from the future: I read this poem at my mom’s funeral on May 17th, 2023.
Cutting Off My Mom’s Hair Before Chemo Makes It All Fall Out
In my last post, I showed you her new wig. She decided to have me cut the rest of her hair off, since it is falling out in clumps. I was pretty emotional about cutting off her pretty white hair…
September 18th, 2021 – Post #16
Here are some pictures of my mom just before and after I cut her hair on Thursday. 🌻
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