Lupa finally got her freedom at 14.23 today. I miss you so terrible much.
Mia Mattsson-Mercer Born in 1964, Sweden. Author to three books. Writing a web-column for the Magazine NARA. “That’s Amore” is my catch phrase. Finishing the manuscripts for two different books. Also HomeSchooling Mother. Worked: United States, Germany, Switzerland, Bosnien, Bulgaria, France, Ireland, Italy, Portugal and Bahrain Founder/CEO Animals Without Limits. I am a proud Lyme disease, Child Abuse and Animal Warrior.
8 comments:
Lupa, we will see you across the Rainbow Bridge one day.
God bless you, and Godspeed.
Todd
I AM NOT THERE
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Mary Frye
That is a beautiful poem.
Mia and family, we are with you all ...interesting that more people got involved with Morris than with Lupa? Maybe because Lupa got love and Morris not?
Amore
Liza/Josef/Cariba
love to you all from us !
/Tiffany, Nalle Erika & Ezio
Lupa fick ett fint slut hos er Mia. KRam Erika
Vår djupaste deltagande.
Tänk all den lycka hon fick uppleva under sina sista månader vid liv...för henne var ju varje stund tillsammans med er värdefull!
Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love,
time is eternity.
(Unknown)
Många styrkekramar till hela familjen från oss alla!
Bella, Rickard & Bambi
Erika & Giove,
Tusen tack for dina fina ord, jag skriver till dig ikvall om barnen inte leker wilda western med min data :-)
Bella med familj, vilken fin poem, den skall jag anvanda i min bok i kapitel 'Nar man sorjer sin van"
Bamse kram till er alla
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