This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Vicki Nixon, 55 years old, born on September 4, 1960, and passed away on March 10, 2016. We will remember her forever.
Thor's mysteries haunt darkened skies,
Lightning raptures in ambrosial highs,
Fronds spore into new life's glory,
Proudly preserving last years story,
Oaks mighty golden umber hues,
Where webs dance across lucent dews.
Inseminating planet's riches,
Coursing streams Dryad's stitches,
Resting her seed until flesh anew,
Flora she sleeps beneath earthy pews,
Peaceful swaddled beneath the soil,
Nature hibernates from her summer toil.
Winter's chastity bitterly bites,
Shadows cast long cold Autumn nights,
Dead wood flames lit dancing fires,
Winds howl across ghostly mires,
Flakes fall muted upon solid ground,
No movement nor sight or sound
The earth she slumbers dreaming deeply
Laying in wait so meekly
Rains patter amongst damp woody glades
Nursing nurturing viridian shades
Underneath the great timber bowers
Spring will sing welcome showers
See you again, Dear friend x
copyrights Helen Trimarco Ransome
Lightning raptures in ambrosial highs,
Fronds spore into new life's glory,
Proudly preserving last years story,
Oaks mighty golden umber hues,
Where webs dance across lucent dews.
Inseminating planet's riches,
Coursing streams Dryad's stitches,
Resting her seed until flesh anew,
Flora she sleeps beneath earthy pews,
Peaceful swaddled beneath the soil,
Nature hibernates from her summer toil.
Winter's chastity bitterly bites,
Shadows cast long cold Autumn nights,
Dead wood flames lit dancing fires,
Winds howl across ghostly mires,
Flakes fall muted upon solid ground,
No movement nor sight or sound
The earth she slumbers dreaming deeply
Laying in wait so meekly
Rains patter amongst damp woody glades
Nursing nurturing viridian shades
Underneath the great timber bowers
Spring will sing welcome showers
See you again, Dear friend x
copyrights Helen Trimarco Ransome
Well V, I'm celebrating my Mum's 102nd birthday today. Just thought I'd leave this for you, another Ram Dass quote...
“Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.” ;)
“Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.” ;)
Dear Vicki,
As I opened your letter in the sunshine to read, lyrics played in the background 'She floats now on a white cloud'. It was most surreal to read your words from the letter you never got to send, hearing your voice as I read. We spoke of the springtime, waiting to spend some time, whiling away hours of chat and laughter, getting our hands dirty among the flowers in your garden, just as you did mine, when I found my health failing me...Your springtime never came, we never got to say goodbye. It never is goodbye, more, until we meet again my friend.
Un bacio
Helen x
As I opened your letter in the sunshine to read, lyrics played in the background 'She floats now on a white cloud'. It was most surreal to read your words from the letter you never got to send, hearing your voice as I read. We spoke of the springtime, waiting to spend some time, whiling away hours of chat and laughter, getting our hands dirty among the flowers in your garden, just as you did mine, when I found my health failing me...Your springtime never came, we never got to say goodbye. It never is goodbye, more, until we meet again my friend.
Un bacio
Helen x
Such a short time to have got to know you better. Thank you Vicki for being a friend to my Sister Deb and for enriching her life and those who you held close to your heart. Sleep tight and awake refreshed, ready for the next chapter. God Bless XXX
Dear Vicki it's such a difficult and emotional time to be writing this tribute to you. I will never forget you but learn to leave without you my dear friend. Rest in peace love Anna
You're in my heart forever soul sister..I will never forget you..you made a difference to my life...you always made me smile..we shared so many happy times together..Thank you Vicki for being there for me & for the wonderful memories we shared, know I love you, see you again one day..❤️
You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success - none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.
Ram Dass
Ram Dass
Dearest Vicki ,you had it tough towards the end ,you were always my friend .You were here for a good time and not a long time .Taken from us too soon .I will never forget the laughs and good fun we had and wish we had more time together .I smile every time I think of your infectious laughter and your beautiful cheeky smile .
God takes the best and leaves the rest ,now you are a bright bright star in the sky ,I blow you a kiss and say Goodbye ,xxxx Godless you Vicki .
God takes the best and leaves the rest ,now you are a bright bright star in the sky ,I blow you a kiss and say Goodbye ,xxxx Godless you Vicki .
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Thor's mysteries haunt darkened skies,
Lightning raptures in ambrosial highs,
Fronds spore into new life's glory,
Proudly preserving last years story,
Oaks mighty golden umber hues,
Where webs dance across lucent dews.
Inseminating planet's riches,
Coursing streams Dryad's stitches,
Resting her seed until flesh anew,
Flora she sleeps beneath earthy pews,
Peaceful swaddled beneath the soil,
Nature hibernates from her summer toil.
Winter's chastity bitterly bites,
Shadows cast long cold Autumn nights,
Dead wood flames lit dancing fires,
Winds howl across ghostly mires,
Flakes fall muted upon solid ground,
No movement nor sight or sound
The earth she slumbers dreaming deeply
Laying in wait so meekly
Rains patter amongst damp woody glades
Nursing nurturing viridian shades
Underneath the great timber bowers
Spring will sing welcome showers
See you again, Dear friend x
copyrights Helen Trimarco Ransome
Lightning raptures in ambrosial highs,
Fronds spore into new life's glory,
Proudly preserving last years story,
Oaks mighty golden umber hues,
Where webs dance across lucent dews.
Inseminating planet's riches,
Coursing streams Dryad's stitches,
Resting her seed until flesh anew,
Flora she sleeps beneath earthy pews,
Peaceful swaddled beneath the soil,
Nature hibernates from her summer toil.
Winter's chastity bitterly bites,
Shadows cast long cold Autumn nights,
Dead wood flames lit dancing fires,
Winds howl across ghostly mires,
Flakes fall muted upon solid ground,
No movement nor sight or sound
The earth she slumbers dreaming deeply
Laying in wait so meekly
Rains patter amongst damp woody glades
Nursing nurturing viridian shades
Underneath the great timber bowers
Spring will sing welcome showers
See you again, Dear friend x
copyrights Helen Trimarco Ransome
Well V, I'm celebrating my Mum's 102nd birthday today. Just thought I'd leave this for you, another Ram Dass quote...
“Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.” ;)
“Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.” ;)
Dear Vicki,
As I opened your letter in the sunshine to read, lyrics played in the background 'She floats now on a white cloud'. It was most surreal to read your words from the letter you never got to send, hearing your voice as I read. We spoke of the springtime, waiting to spend some time, whiling away hours of chat and laughter, getting our hands dirty among the flowers in your garden, just as you did mine, when I found my health failing me...Your springtime never came, we never got to say goodbye. It never is goodbye, more, until we meet again my friend.
Un bacio
Helen x
As I opened your letter in the sunshine to read, lyrics played in the background 'She floats now on a white cloud'. It was most surreal to read your words from the letter you never got to send, hearing your voice as I read. We spoke of the springtime, waiting to spend some time, whiling away hours of chat and laughter, getting our hands dirty among the flowers in your garden, just as you did mine, when I found my health failing me...Your springtime never came, we never got to say goodbye. It never is goodbye, more, until we meet again my friend.
Un bacio
Helen x
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