Frances Pretty
26 January 1920 - 2 December 2014
Thinking of my Mom today
as this would have been her 95th birthday
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| Last photo taken with my Mom (Brockville Ontario, June 2014) |
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| Mom and Paul (Ottawa 2004) |
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| Mom and I (Ottawa, 2004) |
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| Mom baked her fabulous cherry cake for my 50th birthday party (Ottawa, 2005) |
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| Visit to our house in Beresford New Brunswick (2005) |
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| (Brockville, Ontario 2006) |
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| Christmas (Ottawa 2006) |
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| 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.
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.
