The skies will be gray, wet, and cold on this Sabbath in Bagwine, Ohio. However, I have a new schedule at work and will not be manning the Beer Mine today as usual.
But, in spite of the day off it is not a day to rejoice.
Early Saturday morning, forty-four years to the day on which she gave birth to Schmoop, Schmoop’s mom passed away.
While her passing saddens us all, she now rests in a world of crystal clear clarity, something which she hasn’t had for some time.
So to Schmoop, Dave, Rick, Jeff, Steve, and Schmoop’s sister, may you find comfort in the fact, that good ol’ Patty Ann is roaming above you in high definition and with a smile upon her face.
Maybe this excerpt from a poem my dad wrote over 35 years ago will help…
Her skin was fair like the lily’s bloom,
and her hair was gold from the Nature’s loom.
I yearned to grasp her hands in mine,
but I was bound in forest vine.
As gentle night and morning kissed
she vanished full in swirling mist.
I hope and pray her star will rise
beyond the earth and Heaven’s skies.
I’ll watch it where no mortals weep
when I walk again in the forest deep.
Amen, and Amen…
On this day more than usual, I do wish Schmoop's family,