Ah, the souls of those that die
Are but sunbeams lifted higher.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In loving memory of my Mother-in-law, Charlotte. Our loss is heaven’s gain.
The vaulted void of purple sky
That everywhere extends,
That stretches from the dazzled eye,
In space that never ends;
A morning whose uprisen sun
No setting e’er shall see;
A day that comes without a noon
Such is eternity.
There’s something comforting about looking out across the field and seeing the strong, towering arms of the oak trees stretching heavenward. Their strength and beauty often serve as a source of wonder and inspiration for me.
“When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure.” ~Peter Marshall