Dear Bernadette thoughts of you and your family have been on my mind and I offer prayers for you to stay strong.
I can only imagine how deep your hurt and loss feels and I woke up this morning thinking of your son. I never knew him but through your words I did.
Remain blessed and comforted.
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Thoughts of you infuse my heart
with bittersweet memories that leave me reeling
my silent tears seep through eyes
that beheld you through the years
my tongue yearns to tell you once more
that I love you again and again
Unspoken, my thoughts stretch
to ask the Heavens why?
I open my hands to hold the butterfly
briefly, he perched on the dandelion and now
I watch him soar into the skies
free to be, he goes beyond my eyes.
My love for you will never end
for you decorated our lives
in ways that words can’t explain
I know that you fly free and
twinkle as part of the stars.
The pain stung her flesh,
But couldn’t pierce her soul!
Ha! She laughed in it’s face.
Her defiant laughter, a taunt in pains face.
Fiercely she fought,
Giving it her all,
Victorious she won,
Depriving pain, the gain of it all,
Though this flesh is gone for good,
She has exchanged it for a better one,
Her spirit lives on,
Her laughter shall echo in the winds,
Her unfading presence,
A cloak of comfort,
To those she left behind.
In memory of Barbara Beacham
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
As most of you know by now, Barbara Beacham, the lovely host of “Monday’s Finish the Story” flash fiction challenge, passed away from cancer, on Sunday, November 22.
Because she was a beacon for many of us, several people have asked that a flash fiction challenge be done in her honor and in her memory. This is a ‘special’ challenge and does not replace the normal weekly challenge which will be posted as normal.
Thank you Priceless Joy for presenting this humbling idea. May she rest well.
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There are times when people pass on and you wonder…
Was it that we didn’t pray enough?
Was it that we waited too long to pray?
Was it this and was it that?
Then it dawns on you once again!
That The Scourge of Death,
Though a most unwanted visitor,
Is the only certainty in the cycle of life.
And will call at His own time!
Like seasons come and go,
So does the life cycle of man!
Rest in peace, my lady.
Your absence will be felt.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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