Condolence:
Some People

By Flavia Weedn

Some people come into our lives
and leave footprints on our hearts
and we are never ever the same.

Some people come into our lives
and quickly go...Some stay for a while
and embrace our silent dreams.

They help us become aware
of the delicate winds of hope...
and we discover within every human spirit
there are wings yearning to fly.

They help our hearts to see that
the only stairway to the stars
is woven with dreams...
and we find ourselves
unafraid to reach high.

They celebrate the true essence
of who we are...
and have faith in all
that we may become.

Some people awaken us
to new and deeper realizations...
for we gain insight
from the passing whisper of their wisdom.

Throughout our lives we are sent
precious souls...
meant to share our journey
however brief or lasting their stay
they remind us why we are here.

To learn...to teach...to nurture...to love.

Some people come into our lives
to cast a steady light
upon our path and guide our every step
their shining belief in us
helps us to believe in ourselves.

Some people come into our
lives to teach us about love...
The love that rests within ourselves.

Let us reach out to others
and feel the bliss of giving
for love is far richer in action
than it ever is in words.

Some people come into our lives
and they move our souls to sing
and make our spirits dance.

They help us to see that everything on earth
is part of the incredibility of life...
and that it is always there
for us to take of its joy.

Some people come into our lives
and leave footprints on our hearts
and we are never ever the same.


I met your mom,nana, June only once about a year and a half ago as she said good bye to her husband, beloved, and best friend. She allowed me to sit with her as she" held court" and shortly after she introduced me as her new friend, Kate.

I was allowed to witness the love and pride of family, friends and neighbors as she pointed each of you out or greeted you with a story.

She was sweet and quiet but strong. When I described her to people I called her a pistol but not in a bad way. She had so many wonderful stories to share and she was so full of life, even during such a sad time.

I know she will be forever etched in your hearts but I wanted you to know my brief encounter with her left a footprint on my heart!

May the stories and memories you share sustain you and bring a smile to your face.

You are all truly blessed to call her mom, nana, friend!

Condolence: Sending condolences from Joyce’s family in Norwich, England.