I knew Patty as a writer...and we were online friends.
She was much more than that to me...
perhaps like a sister, and a best friend both.
~I had one day more to meet her in person,
~to tell her how much she meant to me...
~to share the things I never had the chance to say,
~to hug her with love and say THANK YOU for being in my life.
I just don't know what to say...
I want to say so much but all my words seem to pale.
My sincere and deepest condolances to her friends and family.
A tribute for the wonderful friend I knew
When The North Star Dimmed
Along the churchyard wall amid bright flowers, look for me
Where at my feet, the land rolls soft down the valley,
At my head the Elm stands tall, and casts a long shadow.
Easter brings a trinity of crosses bristling on sky, waiting for sunrise.
Talk to me of roots beneath these deep green meadows.
Here are mine grown up, and spread through emptied spaces of my eyes.
Yet I see my home amid the pastures, while my children eat the harvest,
And in it, taste the stones that made their bread.
The seasons roll on, like millstones.
Yet every spring brings roses, resurrected from the soil.
Look for me amid bright flowers at the churchyard wall.
There are my roots; my canopy is stretched across the bluest sky.
I promise to shine a light,
Behind the rain streaked wet glass.
Dance upon the dark and cold still waters,
Glow in the candle of your room, through the heart of dark shadows.
For You Patty... With Love Always