My mom, who is usually hard as a rock, lost a really good friend on Monday, and we attended her funeral service today. It really hit me because my mom, who NEVER cries, was really broke up about her dear friend. Jane was a really nice lady who worked with my mother at SSC. She had a wicked sense of humor...She was also very giving and always thought about others. When I became ill and was hospitalized, she sent me my favorite things (magazines) just so I could have something to pass the time. I should also mention that she was very sick as well. I just feel like the good people out here always leave early and the ignorant folks live forEVER...
Here's a poem that was Jane's obituary that I'd like to share:
LIFE CLOCK
The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late of early hour.
Now is the only time you own;
Live, Love, tell with a will...
Place no faith in "Tomorrow" for
The clock may then be still.
RIP. Jane E. Dillon (March 25, 1963 - December 28, 2009)
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