“What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind”
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind”
(W.Wordsworth – „Intimations of Immortality”)
My Grandmother passed away on February 3, 1977. After 33 years, I still hear her voice, I still see her smile, I still feel her caress... She will always be in my thoughts and in my heart, in my dreams and my prayers because no one has ever known a more loving soul! Oh, dear Grandma, the angel from my childhood, I miss you so much... This crocheted brooch I made today is my humble tribute to you, because you were the first person who brought the creativity's joy in my life, who teached me to love all that means beauty, art and crafts!"We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know
We'll meet again
Some sunny day"
(J.Cash)
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