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| We as Americans mourn the loss of so many of New York Cities finest firefighters, EMS personnel and law enforcement officers. As a country, we should be ashamed that athletes make millions to play a game for entertainment purposes only while these people who have to put their lives on the line every single day, can sometimes, barely scrape by. My hope goes out that these fallen heroes lay peacefully at rest and that their families can move on as peacefully as possible. My love and prayers. Kristen in Ohio |
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| III Memory of You I find an old photograph and see your smile. As I feel your presence anew, I am filled with warmth and my heart remembers love. I read an old card sent many years ago during a time of turmoil and confusion. The soothing words written then still caress my spirit and bring me peace. I remember who you used to be the laughter we shared and wonder what you have become. Where are you now, Where did you go, When the body is left behind and the spirit is released to fly? Perhaps you are the morning bird singing joyfully at sunrise, or the butterfly that dances so carelessly on the breeze or the rainbow of colors that brightens a stormy sky or the fingers of afternoon mist delicately reaching over the mountains or the final few rays of the setting sun lighting up the skies edging the clouds with a magical glow. I miss your being but I feel your presence, In whatever form you choose to take, however you now choose to be. Your spirit has become for me a guardian angel on high guiding, advising, and watching over me. I remember you. You are with me and I am not afraid. Kirsti A. Dyer, MD, MS |
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