Words are like the wind, and seemingly inadequate, but they are all we have to tell you how sorry we are in the loss of beloved daughter. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and Susan’s family, and I know you will find the strength to bear the loss of someone so dear.
Sincerely,
Mary Jane and Marianne Rogers

Parable of Immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
by Henry Van Dyke – 1852 – 1933

I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, ‘There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
‘There she goes! ‘ ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
‘Here she comes!’

Dear Sue…it was an absolute pleasure to know you.
Until we meet again
<3

We share comfort in knowing Sue is no longer suffering. We send thoughts of sympathy and support to you as you begin your journey without Sue. The Ashbury dinner club will miss her dearly. She made us laugh so hard we cried. As you try to comprehend this profound loss, let yourself cry knowing each tear is a note of love rising to the heavens…
We are thinking of you…Debbie, Bill, Sarah and Paul Greco

Our thoughts and prayers are with you all at this time

Having had to go through this just a short time ago, we do know what it is like.

We wish you all the strength, today, tomorrow and for the future

Nick, Kori and Casie de Boer

Dear Cathie,
Words cannot express our immense sadness – the loss of your beloved daughter Susan. May the wonderful memories you have of her, deliver you with strength in the days ahead.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon.

Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered.

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.

And when you were a silent word upon Life’s quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then Life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

And now we are in God’s hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon.

And we, sun and earth, are but the beginning of a greater sun and a greater earth. And always shall we be the beginning.

You are your own forerunner, you the stranger passing by the gate of my garden.

And I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.

Kahlil Gibran – The Forerunner