Well wishes and sympathy for our Letty

My sincerest condolences to you Letty.

My thoughts are with you dear letty Betty

Re: Well wishes and sympathy for our Letty



This is a nice thought for a thread, devriesj. Thank you.


Here are some favorite flowers that come with my loving condolences for Letty. ((((((hugs))))))

You're welcome, Piffka. It was ossobucco's suggestion I add it to this forum.

dear letty : our thoughts are with you ! hope you find some comfort in nature. hbg

oh holy hell....


dear letty.


i hope you can learn to live again.
the pain is powerful
i hope the anonymous love from people here is as powerful when you need it.

Letty,

I am so sorry. I do hope things were peaceful and cmfortable for your husband.


All my love and thoughts are with you.



Deb


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My heartfelt sympathy Miss Letty ((((((hugs))))))

Dear Letty
I am so sorry for your loss. I am praying for you and for him.
As ever,
your furry friend George

Letty, I'm so sorry to hear this sad news. I'm sending you a big cyberhug and I hope we can meet some day so I can give you one in person.

wishing you peace from our family

Letty, my deep and sincere condolence on your loss. My prayers are with you and I hope that you can find whatever comfort is possible at this time of sorrow.

Oh, Letty, I'm so sorry to hear this. Let me know if there's anything I can do.

Condolences to you, Letty. We all feel for you.

Oh Letty, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss.

We are all thinking of you now.

I want to dedicate these two poems to Letty husband, and to a neighbor who I just found out today passed on last Friday.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

~Christina Rossetti



When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

~Mary Oliver


The poem When Death Comes, fourth stanza "I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering; what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?". Reminds me of a conversation I had with a good friend of mine some time ago. I was telling him about the memory of being in my mothers womb, and he was telling me about the memory of his last passing on. He was surrounded by his family, a son was holding his hand, and when it was time, he said, "what is next", and he died. He felt himself rush through a tunnel, find himself in a womb ready to be born again. I think this is how we should look at dying "what is next", and move on with wonder and curiosity.

Oh Letty. Oh no. Please know that all my sweetest thoughts are concentrated in your direction.

Dear Letty, I'm so sorry to hear of Bud's passing. I'm spending a few days at a convent on the shores of Lake Michigan on retreat. It seems fitting to be here, in this quiet place, to send you my deepest condolences. I'll say a special prayer for Bud and for your continued strength as I walk the labyrinth at sunset.

Lots of condolences are on Letty's radio thread.

Since she might not have noticed this one, I emailed her about it.
(But like most others, she might have trouble to get to A2K, too.)