Missing You So Much...
Sarah
Katherine Molloy
October 7, 1977 - January 4, 1999
Beloved Daughter, Sister,
Niece, and Friend
...But
by my side a radiant spirit stood,
A
sunbeam, whispering, with a smile, "Behold!
After
the darkness still there falls a light;
After
the storm a trancèd calm there falls.
There
is a light; yea, and there is a rest!"
And
all the weary and the restless gusts
That
had been shaking at my roots of being
Were
lulled, a silence came, and dewy sleep
Fell
on my burning eyes and burning brain.
Mathilde
Blind
Every night in my
dreams |
Dear Sarah, You did not think you mattered. You found out the hard way how much you mattered, and how many people you touched during your life. You discovered that it is never too late to make a difference, and proved to me that the soul does continue to exist after physical death. By your wonderous and miraculous manifestations and your loving ministrations, you have given me and others many gifts, even if they have been unaware of them. One of the most important gifts given to me is the certain knowledge that it is never too late to discover how much one matters to others, that it is never too late to ask for forgiveness, to make reparations, and to forgive - oneself and others. You have given me knowledge of worlds beyond this one, shown me that deep and true soul connections exist on earth, even if they are denied or ignored, and that interactions take place over many existances. You have lifted the veil for me, awakened me, and changed the direction and course of my life and my life's work. By your continuing behind-the-scenes ministrations, you have shown how much you regretted thinking you didn't matter, shown how much you truly love your family and friends. You have continued to help them even without their being aware of it. You have shown me how much more you desire to do - if only they were awakened, and open to it as somehow I was in the fortunate position to be. I am forever grateful for your goodness, and for your loving presence that continues to illuminate all of my days. your "aunt", Liz Weiman
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