If I should ever
leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way,
grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and
talk
Of me as if I were beside you there.
(I'd
come-- I'd come, could I but find a way!
But would
not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a
song or see a bird
I loved, please do not let the
thought of me
Be sad... for I am loving you just
as
I always have... You were so good to me!
There
are so many things I wanted still
To do-- so many
things to say to you...
Remember that I did not
fear... It was
Just leaving you that was so hard to
face...
We cannot see beyond... But this I know:
I
loved you so-- 'twas heaven here with you!
~ Isla
Paschal Richardson
"Dancer"
1999-2008
Smart and undemanding, Dancer had a
knack for knowing what was being asked of her and would
happily comply. She always had some favorite
stuffed toy that she'd carry around, sometimes for many
months until it completely fell apart in the wash.
She would contentedly recline in your lap for as many
hours as you were willing to rub her tummy.
Dancer truly was an 'old soul' whose disposition
was so sweet that she is the standard against which all
others are measured. Her passing leaves a deep
emptiness in our hearts as we reflect upon how blessed
we were to have known her.
We love you sweet
girl. Please listen to Dancer's song, "Brown Eyed
Girl by Van Morrison"
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