“Death is simply a shedding of the physical body, like the butterfly shedding its cocoon. It is a transition to a higher state of consciousness where you continue to perceive, to understand, to laugh, and be able to grow - Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross”.  

While I do understand that “A memory is a keepsake of time that lives forever in the heart” I do hope that you live the pillars of your mother- morals, values, caring, selfless and the adjectives continues; a woman I have known for almost 16 years.  For I do know that your cries will continue as we all know that a mother’s love can never be traded or substituted but I do embrace the fact that life continues, deepen your strength with her memories and improve your life where necessary using the many leaves from her book.
 

When you consider that ONE HUNDRED years on Earth is relative to ONE MINUTE in Eternity (Heaven), then it's a little bit easier to think in the realm that we won't be "too far behind." Yes, we will miss hazel dearly, and we may think that many years will go by before we see her again. But if you use the analogy stated earlier, we can silently pray for her, and gently whisper: "we will be with you someday!"


I would just like to share this poem with Candacy, my friend entitled “Mother”

MOTHER

Mother, dear Mother, we laid you to rest,
In the valley so lone and still,
With flowers and cypress arranged on your breast,
By the side of a murmuring rill.

The zephyrs breathe sweetly among the green boughs,
That wave o'er your lone narrow bed;
And the sunlight falls softly amid the green leaves
That rustle and nod o'er your head.

Mother, dear Mother, our home is so sad,
Where lately your loved form was known.
And dreary, and lonely, and dull is the hearth,
Where the light of your countenance shone.

And your voice once was music to fond loving hearts,
But now it is silent and still;
Oh, sadly we've turned in our sorrow and pain,
From your grave at the foot of the hill.

Mother, dear Mother, your place at our hearth
Can never, no never be filled;
We miss you at morning, at noon and at night,
With a pain that can hardly be stilled.

The toil-hardened hands that are folded to rest,
The smile that was tender and sweet;
The eyes that oft beamed with affection and love,
The presence that made home complete.

Mother, dear Mother, you've passed from this life
To the home of the pure and the blest;
You've left far behind you the toil and the strife,
And have entered the mansions of rest.

But the fond, loving lessons and precepts you taught,
Forever will live in the heart,
Till we meet you at last on the bright golden shore,
In a land where we never shall part.

Rise to every morning with the happy thought that she gave birth to you and many others; for I do know that she has gone but left many seeds that anyone can use to plant their lives with.

And I am sure Hazel would respond to say:

TO THOSE I LOVE AND TO THOSE WHO LOVE ME

When I am gone release me let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,
Be thankful for our many beautiful years
I gave to you my love.

You can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness,
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it's time I traveled on alone.

So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a time that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.

I won't be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call and I will come,
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near.
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and say~
"WELCOME HOME!"

“Every goodbye is the birth of a memory. - Dutch Proverb”. Have faith Candacy.

Hazel Rosemary Marshall, a life spent in service to others, never complaining and always willing to assist anyone who needed a helping hand. This is my mother, the only injustice she ever did was to herself by not being able to say no. She was the most selfless person i have ever met, she was a mother to all, her embrace was so warm that hardly anyone really wanted to leave her side, she raised all the children in thje family, she was a warrior princess, tough when she had to but yet so warm and gentle that her scoldings all made sense.

My mother lit up whenever she recounted the story of how she came up with my middle name, the angel brought her a baby and said this would be a delightful child, so she named me delight, dont know i would love the name so much if i were a boy,  this is just testimony as to how God's every plan for our lives are without flaw, i know that my mom is i a better place, where she can have rest and not have to worry about every one else.

Life seems so pointless right now as she will never see me walk down the aisle , meet her first grand child from me or any of that stuff, however im trying to come to grips with reality cause i know she is in a better place, when i say this about my mom this is no cliche' she was an angel on earth, her place with the Father can only be greater. My mom demonstrated to me what it took to be a wife, mother and woman, a Proverb woman that's who she was virtuous in  every sense of the word.

You will forever remain in my heart, i will always miss and love you, until i meet with you again this world will just be an empty place, wish u never left me mommy, wish you never left.  


 
 

I read of a man who stood to speak

At the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her tombstone

From the beginning...to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth

And spoke of the following date with tears.

But he said what mattered most of all

Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time

That she spent alive on earth

And now only those who love her

Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,

The cars....the house....the cash.

What matters is how we live and love

And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard;

Are there things you'd like to change?

For you never know how much time is left

That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough

To consider what's true and real

And always try to understand

The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger

And show appreciation more

And love the people in our lives

Like we never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect

And more often wear a smile....

Remembering that this special dash

Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is read

With your life's actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say

About how you spent your dash?