Her Best Fishing Days Are Here
A Bad Day Of Fishing Is Better Than The Best Day Of Work
It won't be long now and the days will be growing shorter again. This spring has been filled with some crazy weather and some hard to swallow lessons in my life. The lump in my throat grows and shrinks as my mind jumps about the events of the past four months. I have been trying to pursue an income from the words I punch into my computer while I also try to hold down the family fort. The words I put forth in this hub are for the respect and consideration I hold for all those who have read and commented on the story I wrote about my Aunt Dorothy going fishing.
They say to put on a happy face, smile and the whole world smiles with you.
The Pastor spoke of a women who we all held sacred in our hearts. Her passing was expected and did not come as a shock but more as a Thanksgiving, for this women who's body was spent and energy run dry. It was not that the expectation made it any easier to let go and let God. We are at fault that way, us humans. We understand what is best but we want it to be different somehow, easier. Death brings forth feelings that are buried in our inner most being and these feelings come rising to the surface and looking deep into our eyes, into our hearts... It is not easy.
Her Work On Earth Is Complete
I was the luckiest one of all those who attended her final service and funeral. I had been able to take her on her last fishing trip just about six weeks ago, sharing with her, something she truly loved to do. I was also able to hold a large party, at my home, in her honor, the night before we laid her to rest. It was at that party that my family read the HubPage I had published right after our trip to the river. They laughed and they cried and it hurt bad and it felt good and we were united by the passing of this wonderful women we called Mom, Sister, Friend and My Aunt Dorothy.
Dorothy I. Branch
July 16, 1924
May 29, 2008
God saw you getting weary,
He did what he thought best;
He put his arms around you
And said, "Come and rest."
He opened up his golden gates
On that heartbreaking day,
And with his arms around you
You gently slipped away,
It broke our hearts to lose you
You did not go alone;
A part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
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