La Vie En Rose for 2006 May 8

My mom passed away last Friday in the afternoon. I was talking to her friend Sunny while Leonard, Alyson, and John were playing Settlers of Catan, and I was feeling tired, so I decided to take a book in and read next to mom. I was thinking I should get a pillow, too, when I looked at her and realised she was no longer breathing.

She had been sleeping peacefully, and we had a good night with her the night before she died, and a really good week. Leonard, Susie, my aunt Anne and my cousin Alyson have been here all week and we have made a lot of memories. We have been posting a lot on my mom's weblog.

I miss her so much already and I think the time ahead of me will be even harder than the time already past, but everyone has been very wonderful to me and I'm glad I don't have to do it alone.

This song has always reminded me of my mom and how she was always strong and full of hope above her troubles. This is getting a little bit cheesy but I think I'm allowed to maudlin.

If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
And your heart is the pure flame of man's constant night

In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day
When fear will lose it's grip
And heaven has its way
And heaven has its way
When all will harmonise
And you know what's in our hearts
The dream will realise

Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes