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Murphy's Law
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Loc: Red Sox Nation The Rivers' Journey
#112667 - 06/21/06 12:37 PM Edit Reply Quote Quick Reply
Yesterday I attended the calling hours for a beautiful little baby girl named River, who passed away from SMA, the same damn disease that stole Marshall. It tore me up to be there anyway. My heart hurts so bad for her mom and dad.
But on the cards was a poem that really tears me up, especially just knowing how it relates to our own little River.
~The Rivers' Journey~
W.C. Norcross, Sr.
It was once said by the Indians that the river was mighty and strong, and held many good spirits. After all, it was nurtured by the mother mountains and the father sky who kept it healthy and strong.
And as it ran through the mother mountain side, forever will its' path remain, even if the river runs no more, for we will all know that she was here.
And as the father sky gave the river his mighty rays to show her beauty and strength, she would show the world that she could shine, on even the gloomiest of days.
As the river flows to the end of her journey, we all know that she flows into the beautiful blue eyes of the ocean, for which she can be seen and enjoyed in all of her glory, forever.
But fear not, for at the end of the beautiful rainbow, the river flows forever free. And it is there that we shall meet again.
Godspeed, River. Forever you will run.
Murphy's Law
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Reged: 03/17/05
Posts: 3822
Loc: Red Sox Nation The Rivers' Journey
#112667 - 06/21/06 12:37 PM Edit Reply Quote Quick Reply
Yesterday I attended the calling hours for a beautiful little baby girl named River, who passed away from SMA, the same damn disease that stole Marshall. It tore me up to be there anyway. My heart hurts so bad for her mom and dad.
But on the cards was a poem that really tears me up, especially just knowing how it relates to our own little River.
~The Rivers' Journey~
W.C. Norcross, Sr.
It was once said by the Indians that the river was mighty and strong, and held many good spirits. After all, it was nurtured by the mother mountains and the father sky who kept it healthy and strong.
And as it ran through the mother mountain side, forever will its' path remain, even if the river runs no more, for we will all know that she was here.
And as the father sky gave the river his mighty rays to show her beauty and strength, she would show the world that she could shine, on even the gloomiest of days.
As the river flows to the end of her journey, we all know that she flows into the beautiful blue eyes of the ocean, for which she can be seen and enjoyed in all of her glory, forever.
But fear not, for at the end of the beautiful rainbow, the river flows forever free. And it is there that we shall meet again.
Godspeed, River. Forever you will run.