tranquility was a long time in coming... but you did it womon - you made it home before you let go...
I came across this poem written by "Anon"... it just seemed right...
They are not dead,
those who leave us this great heritage of remembering joy.
They still live in our hearts,
in the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.
They still breathe,
in the lingering fragrance, windblown, from their favourite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight’s silver,
and laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.
They still speak in the echoes of the words we’ve heard them say again
They still move,
in the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing
They are not dead;
their memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us, but part of us, always.
farewell Janis... forever in our hearts sister.....