Friends, we are gathered here today to say goodbye.
Many noticed the way she started keeping to herself more often, plagued with a crippling phobia that she was unable to shed. A mental illness that made her fear the warmth of friends and hide behind layers and layers of clouded perceptions. She will never know how much she was loved or how greatly we will all miss her.
Now is the time to look inside and ask ourselves, how many times did I take her for granted? How many times was I annoyed when she sang so loudly, or heatedly argued with me when I had other plans for the day? Did I curse her when damp grocery bags ripped? Did I blame her when I found myself in a sticky situation? And how many times did I shun her-- blocking out the love she had to give? I'm sure several of us even accused her of causing our own imperfections.
Yes friends, I think we will all miss her, regret our lack of appreciation and will long for the days gone by enveloped in the warmth of her love.
Sleep well, our dear friend and forgive us for taking you for granted.
Today's Monday Mission over at Painted Maypole is to write a post in the style of an obituary. I wrote a Eulogy, but I think it's close enough.
Oh, that's sad. I know how rarely you see her in the UK. Just eat a little more clotted cream on your scones.
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ReplyDeleteAre you SURE this is post 100? :D I like the eulogy. We miss the sun also.
ReplyDeleteThat's quite sad, but alas, there is happiness to be found--congratulations on your 100th post.
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COme visit us in Arizona. I actually get sick of the sun.
ReplyDeleteClever post.
hopefully we can resurrect our dear old sun
ReplyDeleteSuch Simple Pleasures reminded me of Lewis' The Silver Chair, when Jill, Eustace, Puddleglum and Rillian are being enchanted by the Witch. She tries to convince them the sun is just another lamp, enhanced by their imagination. Maybe it is ...
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