Today we celebrated the life of our dear neighbour; Betty ( Elizabeth) Miskimmon. 1933-2014.
Her children created a Still Life Vignette of her life’s passions; nature, wildlife, literature, travel(a map of Paris), collecting (the ceramic boot), folk art painting(stones, tin boxes) and decoupage. On one side there was an easel with paints and a beautifully bound portfolio. On the table was a copy of AA Milne’s “When We Were Very Young” and other classics. One book lay open with the inscription,”To Betty From Grandma, Christmas 1944″. She was a longtime teacher.
Her antique typwriter graced the table with a copy of Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004) ~ indeed!
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.