Oh my Dearest of Dearest friends, you KNOW that when you heart bleeds mine also bleeds. This is probably the most beautiful and loving dedication for a loved one passed that I have ever seen. Tears for you, and for my Mother, are still flowing as I am trying to write this to you. Pehaps one day, I can write for her in love when the questions can find a way to rest.
How sweetly the chimes sing. So unlike the day we spent together on the phone when you first heard the news that Diane was gone. I of course knew of your father's windchimes that hang just outside your porch window where you spend the biggest percentage of your time when you are at home. You had told me that when you and Di were going through your Father's belongings after his death, that she felt that the chimes should go to yours. I have listened to them for years now as we have spoken on the phone, gently singing. I have remarked time and time again of how beautiful were their song. I even told you after I heard of my Mom's death just the week before, that she had chimes on her porch that I thought I would ask for in rememberance of her.
The day you lost your sister the chimes did not sing softly as they do here. They were very strong and very loud all day long with very little wind to touch their soul. Sweetie it was the strength of you father talking to you I know. He was telling you DONNA LISTEN TO ME IT WILL BE OKAY, Diane will be with me soon, and we will hug each other and smile upon you. When you hear the song of the chimes go soft, she is with me in this beutiful beyond that we now share.
I believe this as fact with all of my heart.
And now the chimes sing sweetly, and your Dad and Diane are trying to make you understand "It is Okay our Donna, it is Okay. We are both at peace and will watch over your heart till you can find your peace also."
I love you my Dearest of Dearest Friends,
Lesa
KKL
March 27th, 2010
I would do anything in my power to take away the hurt Donna...:"( This is an incredible tribute to your sister, a very special person by all accounts. The chimes are a remionder of how special those moments were with your sister, and her reminder to you to keep posting these beautiful pages
Oh my Dearest of Dearest friends, you KNOW that when you heart bleeds mine also bleeds. This is probably the most beautiful and loving dedication for a loved one passed that I have ever seen. Tears for you, and for my Mother, are still flowing as I am trying to write this to you. Pehaps one day, I can write for her in love when the questions can find a way to rest.
How sweetly the chimes sing. So unlike the day we spent together on the phone when you first heard the news that Diane was gone. I of course knew of your father's windchimes that hang just outside your porch window where you spend the biggest percentage of your time when you are at home. You had told me that when you and Di were going through your Father's belongings after his death, that she felt that the chimes should go to yours. I have listened to them for years now as we have spoken on the phone, gently singing. I have remarked time and time again of how beautiful were their song. I even told you after I heard of my Mom's death just the week before, that she had chimes on her porch that I thought I would ask for in rememberance of her.
The day you lost your sister the chimes did not sing softly as they do here. They were very strong and very loud all day long with very little wind to touch their soul. Sweetie it was the strength of you father talking to you I know. He was telling you DONNA LISTEN TO ME IT WILL BE OKAY, Diane will be with me soon, and we will hug each other and smile upon you. When you hear the song of the chimes go soft, she is with me in this beutiful beyond that we now share.
I believe this as fact with all of my heart.
And now the chimes sing sweetly, and your Dad and Diane are trying to make you understand "It is Okay our Donna, it is Okay. We are both at peace and will watch over your heart till you can find your peace also."
I love you my Dearest of Dearest Friends,
Lesa
KKL
March 27th, 2010
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