Gone, But Never Forgotten

Miss you still, my beautiful Dallas 11/28/06 – 3/2/20

The summer will bloom into roses,
And laughter will follow your tears;
I linger alone in the shadows
That fell from the beautiful years.
The autumn will shine into harvests,
The grapes will hang purple with wine,
The lark will sing high in the meadow;
The shadow forever is mine…
~Josephine Butterfield Walcott (1840–1906), “Destiny,” World of Song, 1878