adieu. leave-taking. salutations.
“At the hill’s foot Frodo found Aragorn, standing still and silent as a tree; but in his hand was a small golden bloom of elanor, and a light was in his eyes. He was wrapped in some fair memory: and as Frodo looked at him he knew that he beheld things as they had been in this same place. For the grim years were removed from the face of Aragorn, and he seemed clothed in white, a young lord fall and fair; and he spoke words in the Elvish tongue to one whom Frodo could not see. Arwen vanimelda, namarie! He said, and then he drew a breath, and returning out of his thought he looked at Frodo and smiled.
`Here is the heart of Elvendom on earth,’ he said, `and here my heart dwells ever, unless there be a light beyond the dark roads that we still must tread, you and I. Come with me!’ And taking Frodo’s hand in his, he left the hill of Cerin Amroth and came there never again as a living man.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Good-by to the life I used to live,
And the world I used to know;
And kiss the hills for me, just once;
Now I am ready to go!
“Farewell” by Emily Dickinson
Memorial Service
Monday, December 16 at 2:00
Mountain Brook Baptist Church
Birmingham, Alabama
Love and a hug to you. My thoughts will be with you on Monday. Harriet
Through your words your love has transcended the bounds of “strangers” Thank you
Thinking of you. Monica
Monica Morgan Seeger 650-759-2626
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Touching and beautiful, appropriate for my friend Bill Hull.
Such “true” pictures–full of your dad’s joie de vivre and winsome engagement with people. Thank you for these remembrances.
Susan, thanks for sharing your father’s beautiful life with us in such tender and loving ways over the months. Sending you my love and heartfelt condolences to you and your family. He was a grand man and what a special relationship you two wove together.
Love, Mikki
Susan, I was your father’s word processor at FBC, Shreveport for a few months when I took a break from La Tech as well as being a member at the church. I learned so much from him while working in the office as well as from the pulpit. One morning I had a fight with my mother which left me very upset. Your dad took the time out of his busy day to talk to me which left an impression with me. He was a very caring Pastor. I will always have wonderful memories of your parents. Thinking of you and the family.
Dear Susan, I thought about you Monday in your Farewell. The photograph of the curtain blowing through the open window was so wonderful and — in a strange way— hopeful for my heart and soul. Love to you, Joan
Would that you lived closer, and that I could have come to join you and your friends for this Farewell. I wish I had heard you speak. Perhaps you will share those words too. All my love, Elaine