Sad Day

I've got sad, sad news. I lost one of my biggest fans today, my Mom. It was not always so, but when it came down to it she was there and loved me, always. For those of you who knew her and had not yet heard of her passing, I'm sorry you have to learn of it this way.

She told me many times she loved this poem and always wished someone would think of her that way when her time came.

I think of you this way Mom and love you dearly

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Ruth Guarino (Oct. 28, 1924- July 2, 2009)

My mother enjoyed this blog very much and has shared it with many of her friends. She would want me to continue updating our travels, which I fully intend to do.

Please say a quiet little prayer for her everlasting peace. I love you Mom XXXOOO