When I get where I am going

Thanks Sandy for sharing this song

FOX, Lloyd Sunrise: February 12, 1931 - Sunset: January 13, 2011. It is with great sadness that the family of Lloyd Fox announces his peaceful passing at the age of 79. Devoted husband of Mary for 51 years, cherished Dad of Darlene (Guy) Lachance & Brian (Sandy) Fox, and precious grandfather of Chantelle, Angelica, Kyle, and Amanda. Dear brother of Mark (Lorna) Fox, Lorne (Nancy) Fox and Claire (Darlene) Fox. Predeceased by his parents Ernest and Louise Fox. Many nieces and nephews will miss Uncle Lloyd. Lloyd was a well-respected electrician in Amherstburg, the self-employed owner of Fox Electric. His love was fishing and camping at the Pinery with his family. He will be sadly missed and remembered as an amazing man. Thanks for the great memories, you were the best.... Special thanks to the doctors and staff at Leamington Hospital for their care. A private family service was held and cremation has taken place. Interment will take place at a later date. Donations in memory of Lloyd Fox may be made to the charity of your choice. Family and friends are invited to share their words of comfort and remembrance at www.jhsutton-funeral.ca Funeral arrangements entrusted to the James H. Sutton Funeral Home, Amherstburg (519-736-2134)

Let my name be ever the household word that is always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
~Henry Scott Holland

Waterbugs And Dragonflies - Doris Stickney - A Funeral Reading



Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of waterbugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond.
They did not notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.
‘Look!' said one of the waterbugs to another. ‘One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you suppose she is going?' Up, up, up it went slowly. Even as they watched, the waterbug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return.
‘That's funny!' said one water bug to another. ‘Wasn't she happy here?' asked a second waterbug. ‘Where do you suppose she went?' wondered a third. No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled.
Finally one of the waterbugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. ‘I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why.'
‘We promise', they said solemnly.
One spring day, not long after, the very waterbug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water, and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.
When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water.
He had become a dragonfly.
Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere.
By and by, the new dragonfly lighted happily on the lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the waterbugs! There they were, scurrying about, just as he had been doing some time before.
Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: ‘The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why.'
Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water.
‘I can't return!' he said in dismay. ‘At least I tried, but I can't keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the waterbugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they'll understand what happened to me, and where I went.'
And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.

Doris Stickney


I love this

You will lose someone you can’t live without,
and your heart will be badly broken,
and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved.
But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp."
— Anne Lamott

This fabulous quote is from Jen Gray's blog
I thank you♥