"Ain't Nothin' But Time"
Tribute To Guy
"One couldn't be afraid or bitter where love was - and love was
everywhere. Father was going through the door - no, he was going to lift a curtain - she
liked that thought better, because a curtain wasn't as hard and fast as a door -
and he would slip into that world of which the flash had given her glimpses. He
would be there in its beauty - never very far away from her."
"Guy" is my maternal grandmother. She died in April of 2001, leaving me without one of my best friends. I wanted to do something for her, in her memory, to show in at least a small way how much she meant to me. This page is a memory of things she loved, and things we shared and loved together. Thanks for looking.
I'll be right here. . . .
"Look at those feet!"
"I've come to ask you if you would join my Oswala. We should be
glad to have you - and I know you'd like it. You've been feeling tired,
haven't you? If you're ready, we might go along now...You
needn't worry about them - they'll be all right, and thousands like
them. You come along...I'll show you what I mean..."
Somewhere, my love. . . .*grin*