tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387129716684348468.post910774072448327795..comments2022-05-03T19:13:04.795-04:00Comments on Elizabeth G. Aakre, 1988-2006: Patricia Markerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07117716094402586343noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387129716684348468.post-76218596283310601282010-12-06T22:17:22.936-05:002010-12-06T22:17:22.936-05:00Although I didn't stop here on the 2nd, you we...Although I didn't stop here on the 2nd, you were all in my thoughts all day long. December is a dark, cold month, made only more so for you all, I know.<br />Wishing you peace,<br />ClaireAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387129716684348468.post-70477565209556024012010-12-02T23:03:29.826-05:002010-12-02T23:03:29.826-05:00My heart is with all of you, particularly on this ...My heart is with all of you, particularly on this day. <br /><br />All my warmest wishes,<br />SkyeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387129716684348468.post-33522619393184717432010-12-02T18:37:13.429-05:002010-12-02T18:37:13.429-05:00i loved how her hair matched the freckles on her n...i loved how her hair matched the freckles on her nose. i think of her often - especially in the fall or when something is so funny i cry laughing. i miss her perfect giggle.-ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11931548487028019061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387129716684348468.post-45031530665764970792010-12-02T15:09:27.506-05:002010-12-02T15:09:27.506-05:00This Emily Dickinson poem reminds me of the terrib...This Emily Dickinson poem reminds me of the terrible numbness I felt after Elizabeth died. Though the ‘Hour of Lead’ is over, I think this day will always be a deeply sad one for everyone who loved Elizabeth. Liza and Bill<br /><br /><br />After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes<br /><br /><br />After great pain, a formal feeling comes --<br />The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs --<br />The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,<br />And Yesterday, or Centuries before?<br /><br />The Feet, mechanical, go round --<br />Of Ground, or Air, or Ought --<br />A Wooden way<br />Regardless grown,<br />A Quartz contentment, like a stone --<br /><br />This is the Hour of Lead --<br />Remembered, if outlived,<br />As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow --<br />First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go --Liza Bennettnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387129716684348468.post-37485350621300783442010-12-02T13:15:42.216-05:002010-12-02T13:15:42.216-05:00Ditto.
Love MaryDitto.<br />Love MaryMary Markerthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10609398195462508365noreply@blogger.com