April 27th, 2004
A Personal note:
I met Windy {Jen} at Mystique Quality Awards a few years ago.
She was one of the kindest people that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting on the 'net.
She was always there with a kind word and loved joking around.
Both she and Grassy were always up to sum type of mischief.
I don't know how many threads I would go into and get hit with the squirt gun or a snow ball.
I'm going to miss you Windy.
Deanna
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IN A GARDEN FOR ANGELS
Life is a gift not ours to keep,
A seed unsown and yet we still reap.
Here for only a very short while,
The heavenly reality of an earthly denial.
Like a flickering light here and then gone,
The essence of what love is based upon.
Birth and death the beginning and end,
As one heart breaks another one mends.
What was never ours is no more,
Returning to whom it belonged before?
Tear filled eyes silence the heart,
As body and spirit slowly part.
Life is a journey from first breath to last,
Memories left behind in the eternal past.
The here and now releases becoming a remember when,
Replanting the seed so that a new harvest can begin.
With trembling hands love says good-bye,
But still the heart can't help but ask, "Why God Why?"
A heavenly destination will be reached this day,
And in a garden for angels another spirit will awaken to play.
