On Valentine's Day, these were the red roses to make me cry.
The two things to tell you about this lady, which will bring her clear and plain to you, who never knew her and never will: her husband's work meant they had to move quite often. She had plants from the garden of her childhood which she replanted at each new home. One of her daughters, who gave the eulogy, now has some of these plants in her own garden, so those plants have now travelled miles and generations. And, she sang beautifully, using her music as an instrument of joy and worship for others.
The last lines of the hymn sung at the end of the service:
Changed from glory into glory
Till in heaven we take our place
Till we cast our crowns before Thee
Lost in wonder, love and praise.
Enough for today. I'll catch up on the missing daily photos soon.
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2 comments:
That's a beautiful post to your friend. I can get a glimpse of who she was and why she was special through your words.
What a wonderful idea to carry a garden through time and space that way. Very special.
I'm sorry you lost such a dear friend.
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