Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you. ~ Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasureYou are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure A silent thought, a secret tear,Keeps your memory ever dear.Time eases the edge of grief,Memory turns back every leaf.
Think of me as one at restFor me you should not weep I have no pain no troubles thoughts For I am now asleep. The living, thinking me that was Is now forever still And life goes on without me As time forever will. If your heart is heavy now Because I’ve gone away DwellContinue reading “Think of me”
We shared a yummy picnic lunch and thoughts on our beloved Ethel. We shared laughs too while reminiscing Ethel’s absent mindedness in managing her work roster. Quite often, she would report for the wrong shift or turn up to work on her rostered day off. Double-trouble from day two! 😁