She would walk in the room and recite prayers as we went to bed.But would look at us while reciting the last .Till college, I slept to her voice. Today, I sing the same to my kids :
“when the wind gets tired,
Stand proud my child,watching your breath,
the force of your life, keeping you alive”
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Prompted @ Inspiration Monday
Sweet remembrance…full of love
Jaye
Aand that is a beautiful inspiration
lovely! ♥
Indeed a special rememberance.
How lovely!
Nimue….
I Love Family stories.
Thank you for sharing and recreating.
Loved your 55.
Thanks for playing, and have a kick Ass Week-End
smiles. nice to carry those traditions forward…great 55…
Love flows through this and memories
Nicely done my friend – hugs
Beautiful.
enjoyed it.
well plotted.
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okay this is the definition of Love
Well done.
Wow.. beautiful.
Awww!
Wow. Inspired, and inspirational. There is such a tone to this, it almost feels like a premonition – a struggle, a victory.
This is lovely. From one generation….to the next!