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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Linda Balcomb, 69, born on July 15, 1944 and passed away on December 21, 2013. We will remember her forever.

This is to be a living tribute to an incredible woman, mother, sister, grandma, and friend. We all carry a piece of her in our hearts and you are invited to share your stories, songs, video, and photos here. Through our individual experiences we will build Linda's life and provide a complete picture for all of us to cherish through the years to come.
 

February 19, 2014
February 19, 2014
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
      Mary Frye (1904-2004)

Your spirit lives on in all of us, Linda.
February 17, 2014
February 17, 2014
I'll never forget my first introduction to Linda and Heather as they sailed into Hilo and executed a maneuver never to be forgotten and probably never duplicated. Our two children became kindred boat raised kids and we sailed in and out of the same ports including anchoring at Mala Wharf for months. She was my friend and confidant through many years and phases of our lives and I Ioved her dearly and still do. Okole maluna my friend.
February 16, 2014
February 16, 2014
I have so many great memories of Linda. She was a coworker and friend for many years at Strobe. I loved morning conversations with her, and always looked forward to sharing stories back and forth about happenings in our lives.

There are a lot of things that remind me of her -- certainly every time I see husky dogs or hear about the Iditarod I remember fondly all the excitement and enthusiasm she had every year.

I feel richer for having known Linda.
February 15, 2014
February 15, 2014
I have many fond memories of Linda. She was a friend and fellow sailor." -- Rob Mason
February 11, 2014
February 11, 2014
Mom, I'm so very grateful for the wings you gave me. You were always near and always strong. I love you.

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February 19, 2014
February 19, 2014
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
      Mary Frye (1904-2004)

Your spirit lives on in all of us, Linda.
February 17, 2014
February 17, 2014
I'll never forget my first introduction to Linda and Heather as they sailed into Hilo and executed a maneuver never to be forgotten and probably never duplicated. Our two children became kindred boat raised kids and we sailed in and out of the same ports including anchoring at Mala Wharf for months. She was my friend and confidant through many years and phases of our lives and I Ioved her dearly and still do. Okole maluna my friend.
February 16, 2014
February 16, 2014
I have so many great memories of Linda. She was a coworker and friend for many years at Strobe. I loved morning conversations with her, and always looked forward to sharing stories back and forth about happenings in our lives.

There are a lot of things that remind me of her -- certainly every time I see husky dogs or hear about the Iditarod I remember fondly all the excitement and enthusiasm she had every year.

I feel richer for having known Linda.
Recent stories

Eyelids closing

February 17, 2014

This is the picture I've been looking for since seeing the email about this memorial site.  Finally found it (ya know, having all these things digitized doesn't make the shit any easier to find!).

My story:

I remember this shot.  It was one of those times when you are with another person, someone close, and they say something you remember.  She was washing clothes (I think, not important) and I was the only one on deck with her.  I think we were just chit-chatting when she looked up at the sky.  The sky is beautiful out there - there's nothing like it.  She told me about a poem, the author and title of which I cannot remember (if someone figures it out or knows it, please let me know).  What I do remember is that the poem contains a passage about a sunset being akin to a closing eyelid in that there is a clear delination between the coming night and the receding daylight.  Sure enough there is.  When you watch the nightfall, in the right conditions, you see a line between the darkness of the coming night and the brightness of the ending day.  It has stuck with me all this time, and when the conditions are right and I am paying attention I look up during sunset and I remember this conversations with her.  Rest In Peace Auntie Linda

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