When One Door of Happiness Closes Another Opens........But Often We Look So Long At The Closed Door That We Do Not See The One Which Has Been Opened For Us.

My mother crossed over on August 17th, 1997 @ 9:35pm. Her crossing was peaceful and moving. I was blessed enough to be there with her.
I write these words to share her joy of her release from the bondage she suffered with colon cancer. She is very happy and content. She spent her whole life unselfishly loving her family.

I would also like to take a moment here to remember my father....he has also crossed over. He has been on the other side since 1976. He was my best friend. The one word that sumed up my dad was reasonable. He always took the time to listen. If he said "no", he meant it, but would always take the time to explain why. I miss him dearly. His conflict with a brain tumor lasted much longer than Mom's struggle. I also was the last one with him before his departure. He had a peaceful smile on his face that evening as he slept. I am grateful for everything he taught me and for the special way he always believed in me.

I am so blessed to have known these 2 special people and to be loved by them.
I miss them both in the physical sense, but feel their presence so much stronger now than I ever did during their stay here. I thank you both for the gifts you gave me and especially for the tremendous amount of love you bestowed upon me.

I know now that death is a beginning, not an ending.

The light is burning brightly and I receive it's warmth, peace and love.

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