one month ago
Miguel
Dearest Chris & Family,
As a young man, I met Imelda on just a few occasions but her warmth, humour and generosity were instantly felt. A great tree has fallen.
If men are what their mothers make them, then Imelda did a formidable job.
May she rest in peace.
All love.
Miguel Xxx
“And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be better.
For they existed”.
An extract taken from Maya Angelou’s ‘When Great Trees Fall’.
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