Grace Bischoff
April 16, 1956-March 24,2010
including lush chocolate brownie sundae which Gracie and I both loved. May her memory as an artist, weaver, shepherdess and marvelous cook live on in our hearts forever.
"Amazing Grace,
how sweet the sound"....
of her voice
Leaves twist agonizing
In the brutal wind
Nature?s battering ram assaulting
The whole tree
Shuddering and shaking it down
To the tendrils of small branches
Flaying the protective bark opening
Crevices vulnerable to penetration
By organisms breeding disease and disaster
Thus she lies
In deep wintry sleep grimacing
Like a newborn stretching
Yawning
Wanting to be part of the world
Taken from her by the storm
Waking comes in tiny movements like
New leaves and buds appearing in Spring
Giving hope to the forest
Of family and friends
mycv Nov 2007
Here the gazelle romps on the hillside
The pony springs up galloping on the flats
Wild free spirited
Like the border collie roaming the farm
Keeping the sheep in line, the coyotes
At bay, themselves
Baying at the moon
In longing for a soul mate
Here she lies
Having romped and galloped
Lived free and wild, always spirited
Hair blowing in the breeze
Green gossamer dress flowing
Flowers in her short bob
Leapt at the solstice fire
Bayed at the moon
Longed for a soul mate
Life is short
Future gone
Hope an eternity
mycv Nov 2008
Grace and I loved the hot fudge brownie sundays and Moya and I shared one in her honor on this day.
Bottom row from right to left: Grace's daughter Zoe, aged 15, Grace's sister Tish, Marlene and Bernie Vidibor(us)
Second row from from right to left: Grace's cousin Moya, Grace's niece Willow(sister Ann and husband Larry's daughter), Grace's sister in law Lisa (brother Bob's wife), Grace's sister Ann (behind Lisa), Grace's son Jake, aged 17, Grace's nephew Noah (Ann and Larry's son), Grace's brother Bob, Grace's brother in law Larry (Ann's husband).
May your destiny be for worlds still to come
May you trust in generations yet to come
May your heart be filled with intuition
May your words be filled with insight
May songs of praise ever be upon your tongue
May your vision be on a straight path before you
May your eyes shine with the light of holy words
May your face reflect the brightness of the heavens
May your lips ever speak wisdom
and your fulfillment be in righteousness
even as you ever yearn to hear the words
of the Holy Ancient One of Old.
You are part of the now in me.
All the good
All the love
All the comfort a person can give
is remembered
And repeated
For your sake
Time changes
Everything passes
But love
Peace abide you.
for Grace - 2007
I am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a spec of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mignle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
"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 she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There she is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:"Here she comes."
And that is dying. -Henry Van Dyke Copyright 2008 Barbara Karnes
Right read by Tish Bischoff