I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Ah, child of countless trees.
Ah, child of boundless seas.
What you are; what you're meant to be
speaks his name, though you were born to be,
born to be, Cassidy.
Flight of the seabirds,
scattered like lost words.
Wheel to the storm and fly.
Faring thee well, now.
Let your life proceed by its own design.
Nothing to tell, now.
Let the words be yours.
I'm done with mine.
L-
-P
7 comments:
Awww Peg - you made me cry.
How perfect.
Can't wait to see you on Sunday Cass - you have made me very proud.
You have touched my heart with these words.
We cry when we are happy.We cry when we are sad.We cry when something or somebody touched our hearts. I'm crying now.
L-
Mom
First Peggy makes me cry...then Mom makes me cry. Was David right? That we thrive on it? We ought to be a wet mess on the 19th!!! Sunday we party. We'll miss you Peggy and Michael but we know you are there in your hearts as you are there in ours. (Sniff sniff)
One particular line that has run through my head for the last twenty years has been;
"Let your life proceed by its own design."
Therefore, Cassie I don't need to tell you what you already know. As you seem to have figured out this conclusion long before I did. Congratulations!
OK, and now I'm crying reading about you crying! David may be right. I guess I just better "suck it up and deal!"
Mom, glad you got back on the blog. I had trouble getting on the other day, too. Seems fine now, though. You'all have a good time next weekend :)
L-
-P
Peg,
You're glad I Got back on the Blog.What? So we can all cry together? Well,we probably can do that better then singing together.
L,
Mom
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