So sorry to hear that David, and so sorry there's no way words on a monitor can ease your grief or lessen your loss. Please know you and yours have the support and sympathy of all here.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine.
We've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld lang syne.
Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,
Sin' auld lang syne,
We've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld ang syne.
We twa hae sported i' the burn,
From morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.
Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,
Sin' auld lang syne.
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.
And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, A
For auld lang syne.
I'm so fortunate to have been touched by her; though I'll miss Joanne ("Hey there - its JD from Big D") terribly, having had the opportunity to know her is something to celebrate. I'm all the richer for what she brought me, as are we all.
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