The Empty Chair Memory Site
Members we have lost Bonnie Granny Jan 23, 2002 Sher ~ Stray cat OlderJehan Baby Sage MarilynBonnie JoMo Missy Oh Jan ~Angel Kisses Nancy CtJamaree 9/9/2003 Dottie Marlen Fl Dave la 2009 -2010? Dirtyfingernails 6/23/09 Trinity Tx 2010 Velleen 6/4/2011 MaryAnn Tx 10/4/2011 Dotmom Feb 28, 2012 LazyPup 4-25-1947 to 2-12-2013 Bug 4/9/2013 Iva Mae 6/11/ 2014 Patti43 6/ 2014 Lellie (Hannah) Christmas 2014 Smilin54 (Linda Diane Smith) 5/2015 JayJay 6/19/2015 MsMarion ( Marion Smith Hewitt) 12/2015 Marie ND (Ladora Gregory) October 8, 1932 to March 24, 2016 Pooh Bear (David) April 2016 Ruthie_TX May 2016 Nancy_CT Monica Grieves Monica_PA Feb 25, 2018 Nita_Az March 2018 mamatoad or bettye-az 1/9/19 Mama Pinky (mamapinkyho) Cheryl Ickes 6/5/19 Hellion Helen Chappell Richardson 2019 Country Bumpkin - Brenda Shelton 8th or 9th of March 2020 2ManyDiversions (cooking Forum) Sept 2020 Willie Jo Ball ~ Nov 11, 2020 www.cookrosenberger.com/obituary/willie-ball Wanda VA 12/2020 https://www.gardenweb.com/discussions/6041503/it-is-with-sorrow-that-i-tell-you-wanda-va#n=60 Judith Hoeschen Heyjud Feb 2022 Ont Gal (Rhonda Packard) March 3, 2022 www.gardenweb.com/discussions/6240219/bad-news-rip-ont-gal#n=43 Susie 53 March 4, 2022 Granmahony - Leslie Farnam Honeycutt 3/23/2022 |
Seniorgal June 21 2022, (she was 99 years old)
www.gardenweb.com/discussions/6283178/seniorgal-news#n=8
Chubby Rat (Deb Stoner) April 29, 2023
Audrey (Eliza Ann) April 2023
Carol_swfl (Carol Plambeck) Oct 30, 2023
Carol Plambeck Obituary - North Fort Myers, FL (nationalcremation.com)
www.gardenweb.com/discussions/6283178/seniorgal-news#n=8
Chubby Rat (Deb Stoner) April 29, 2023
Audrey (Eliza Ann) April 2023
Carol_swfl (Carol Plambeck) Oct 30, 2023
Carol Plambeck Obituary - North Fort Myers, FL (nationalcremation.com)
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The KT Blanket
Take this blanket that we've woven, Wrap it round you good and snug. Feel the softness of its fibers warm And gentle like a hug. You needn't worry about your tears, No damage will they do. The fibers may be very soft, But they're strong and durable too. Its a very large large blanket. There's room for you and yours. Draw them near under this cover, Block the winds and stay the storm. This blanket has many different yarns,From all around the world. We've intertwined them just for you, Though some have twists and curls. This blanket will always be here, Warm and soft and dry. A safe spot in a scary world, Where even angels die. by Leslee Rasgaitis
Take this blanket that we've woven, Wrap it round you good and snug. Feel the softness of its fibers warm And gentle like a hug. You needn't worry about your tears, No damage will they do. The fibers may be very soft, But they're strong and durable too. Its a very large large blanket. There's room for you and yours. Draw them near under this cover, Block the winds and stay the storm. This blanket has many different yarns,From all around the world. We've intertwined them just for you, Though some have twists and curls. This blanket will always be here, Warm and soft and dry. A safe spot in a scary world, Where even angels die. by Leslee Rasgaitis
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Perhaps the World Ends Here
by Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table.
No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the
table so it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe
at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what
it means to be human. We make men at it,
we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts
of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms
around our children. They laugh with us at our poor
falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back
together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain,
an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place
to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate
the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared
our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow.
We pray of suffering and remorse.
We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table,
while we are laughing and crying,
eating of the last sweet bite.
No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the
table so it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe
at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what
it means to be human. We make men at it,
we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts
of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms
around our children. They laugh with us at our poor
falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back
together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain,
an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place
to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate
the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared
our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow.
We pray of suffering and remorse.
We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table,
while we are laughing and crying,
eating of the last sweet bite.
Although it's difficult today to see beyond the sorrow,
May looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow.
~Author Unknown
May looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow.
~Author Unknown