A dear friend died of esophageal cancer yesterday morning.
I did not know her long enough, just two years. She had a gentle, loving spirit. She was full of grace and optimism and would be there for her friends no matter what.
I miss her.
Her son shared his feelings of his mother in this poem entitled Miriam.
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| Miriam, May 2011 photograph by Rita Koch |
5/31/11 Miriam A thousand tears fall in a thousand different ways There is not much to say even when there is When she gasps for breath and seems far away, I wonder about the deep things inside we don't know about John gently holds her hands and kisses her forehead tenderly I did not know how sacred dying is with her, grace shines |
