Remembering doranne

I'm kicking myself a little for not attending the gathering this weekend for doranne crable. She was truly an amazing woman that I had the privilege to know and work with. Thankfully, Brian shared the programs from her remembrance with me. I enjoyed the following poem from the program:

They are not dead,
Who leave us this great heritage
of remembering joy.

They still live in our hearts,
In the happiness we knew,
in the dreams we shared.

They still breathe,
In the lingering fragrance,
windblown, from their favorite flowers.

They still smile in the moolight's silver
And laugh in the sunlight's sparking gold.

They still speak in the echoes of words
we've heard them say again and again.

They still move,
In the rhythm of waving grasses,
in the dance of the tossing branches.

They are not dead:
Their memory is warm in our hearts,
comfort in our sorrow.

They are not apart from us, but part of us.

For love is eternal,
And those we love shall be with us
throughout all eternity.
Anonymous

I did not know doranne long, but feel lucky to have known her at all. Until we meet again...