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Remembering Mary
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Remembering Mary - pictures from childhood to adulthood, having fun with friends and family. (Was put together by the "neices and nephews" as requested by Mary.) |
Notebooks, cards and pens for people to write letters and draw pictures for Mary. |
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Around the room was writing by Mary and drawings - this is just a sample. |
A drawing to Mary. Notebooks were all over the room so people could draw privately or in a group. |
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A photo of Mary ( and a prayer shawl bordering the top of her photo), below people left cards and photos for Mary. |
Bunny - made by Mary
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The room - people had been drawing and decorating Mary's casket for a few hours at this point. The room was full of sunflowers and gerbera daisies - Mary's favorite. |
All the art supplies and a birds nest |
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Mary as an angel and artist |
People decorating Mary's casket. This is the side that many family members drew on (Little Katie, Sheila, Jessica, and Natalie - maybe more) |
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The other side - Joanna did the drawing with the 3 trees and the sun. |
Jessica's and Natalie's drawings up close. |
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Sheila's drawing of the "Super 7" - the 3 big girls, 3 little girls and Philip |
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Drawings and paintings |
Mary and Marcus - drawn by Marcus |
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The waterlily that was in the entry way |
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Gerbera daisies |
Sunflower |
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My Epitaph If I were to lift the poetry from your heart it would read like a Bach cantata, where before it would have syncopated and howled.
Where has the howling gone?
If I were to pick flowers from your heart they would echo a meadow of silver, white yellow and green with odd patches of red, blue and violet in no fixed pattern (whatsoever) If I were to sing the song of our heart, what would it say about life everlasting? - M.P.
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Remembering Mary Live for me. Laugh for me. Do good and give to the world for me. Grow for me. Share for me. Mourn for me, but let your own spirit fill again with friends, family and new laughter. Or I'll come down and kick your ass as a gopher or horned ow - ha ha. A POEM BY MARY WRITTEN AUGUST 29, 2004 |