My Mom

 

Frances Pretty

26 January 1920 - 2 December 2014

 

 

Thinking of my Mom today

as this would have been her 95th birthday

 

Last photo taken with my Mom
(Brockville Ontario, June 2014)

Mom and Paul (Ottawa 2004)

Mom and I (Ottawa, 2004)

Mom baked her fabulous cherry cake
for my 50th birthday party (Ottawa, 2005)

Visit to our house in Beresford New Brunswick
(2005)

(Brockville, Ontario 2006)

Christmas (Ottawa 2006)

A visit to Mom's residence
(Brockville Ontario 2013)

Memories will never leave me

and love will live forever in my heart.

 

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In A Bulb There is a Flower

In the bulb there is a flower,
in the seed, an apple tree,
in cocoons, a hidden promise:
butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter
there's a spring that waits to be,
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

 There's a song in every silence,
seeking word and melody;
there's a dawn in every darkness,
bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future;
what it holds, a mystery,
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

 In our end is our beginning,
in our time, infinity;
in our doubt there is believing,
in our life, eternity,
in our death, a resurrection,
at the last, a victory,
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.