My Gran

Last night, my Grandmother passed away.

Soon I hope to write a post dedicated to her and the great influence she has had on my life. Today, I will simply hum the Faure Requiem, think of the way she tickled the back of my neck when we stood at her door saying goodbye, and enjoy the fact that she believed in a communion of souls beyond death- meaning that in some cosmic way she will reunite with her husband and son. Something I'm sure she's been longing to do.

My Grandparents loved Tennyson - so I leave this great poem in her honour and hope that my Gran's crossing of the Bar is smooth and tempest free.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.