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The Morning After

As I got out of bed from a sleepless night, I arose to find the Heavens had opened up and was weeping with me. I was crying in loss and remorse and sorrow, yet their tears were in rejoice and gratitude and of welcoming home. For all of my loss is all of their gain and what a wonderful addition she will make to that place that is more perfect than any can imagine. Only she can improve on perfection, for such a soul as hers must outshine all others but His. She lived her life as in the dreams of children and made our world a better place because of it.

In Loving Memory of Bonnie Carol (Strunk) Silvers, wife, mother & friend.

Promised

God hath not promised
skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways
all our lives through;
God hath not promised
sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
peace without pain.

But God hath promised
strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
undying love.Author Unknown