When our sister Mary passed away, the men who removed her trash each week wept at her funeral. Everyone from her neighborhood was there, and they all put personal tokens in the box beside her. The Fransciscan Monk who spoke her eulogy through his tears called her his soul mate, she was that kind of gal, our Mary... Missing you beloved sister, missing you...
she's a spirit kind / and she's often on my mind / that sweet sis of ours ... #haiku <3<3<3
ReplyDeletea sister's love lasts forever!
ReplyDeletei feel blessed to know the 2 sisters i do.
xoox!!!!!!!!!!!!!!