If we have souls, then dogs have souls,
and if we go to Heaven, then so do they . . .
Because if dogs are not there, it is not Heaven.
-- Elizabeth Marshall Thomas, The Hidden Life of Dogs, 1993
Nancy Kaye & Jeanne Abrahamson
Candle: Rita Ferrer
Onze vader, die in de hemelen zijt.
Uw naam worde geheiligd
Laat ons toekomen in Uw rijk
Geef ons heden ons dagelijks brood
Vergeef ons onze schulden,
gelijk ook wij vergeven onze schuldenaren.
Leid ons niet in verzoeking,
maar verlos ons van de boze.
Uw naam is de kracht en de heelijkheid
tot in aller ewigheid.
Dr. Nick Cetta & Sandy Armstrong-Cetta
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
and the power,
and the glory,
for ever and ever.
-- Book of Common Prayer 1928
Maureen & Jim Scott
* Gershwin's Summertime was also a signature tune of Dity . . . in her youth, summer brought days at Zandvoort on the North Sea; all her life, summer brought warmth & flowers; in Arizona, she had permanent summertime. She was the only one at Beehive Home who utilized the back patio, enjoying the sunshine & the warmth.
For almost a year, I called her every day before lunch, to remind her to get up, to get dressed and to eat lunch . . . invariably, she told me how lovely the weather was, how bright the sunshine was, and that she would be going outside after lunch.
Did she really do that? Sometimes . . .
* Even though our house was always a "religion-free" zone, my Mother had been raised in a faith, and in the last few days of her life, she had begun to recite The Lord's Prayer in Dutch, a return to her childhood. I included it above; I hope she received comfort from it.
* Lest you think my Beloved Mother was always prim, proper and "just so", there was one song that we had to listen for every New Year's Eve on Chicago Classical Radio Station WFMT's program, Midnight Special. It is Judy Henske's version of The Salvation Army Song
I don't know why she liked it so much, but when it came to the last line, she belted it out like a champ . . . the only time, I might add, that I ever heard her use a swear word. And then we'd laugh, and the new year could begin.
* We didn't have a lot of times together . . . I know we missed each other and what could have been a lovely & close relationship, but she made the choice to remain with her husband and she endured all that choice entailed. In the end, that choice probably lead to her demise, but it was her choice and I had to respect that. I grieve not so much for her death, but for 'what could have been' . . . and which will never be.
* Thank you for taking some time to share in my memories of my Mother, for sending me your kind thoughts & condolences, and for lighting a candle in your heart.