Phyllis Maclain
With love, our family has planted a tree in Israel as a living, blooming, testament to Rosalie, a beautiful, loving mother, and aunt. Her spirit remains, as do the seeds she leaves behind in the form of her family and friends. Again, my deepest sympathy. There are no words for this loss. May the pain you feel be shortly replaced with fond memories. May your sorrow be replaced with love and gratitude for all that you have received from your mother. She lives on in you. "Come to the Forest to Visit Me" by Lurana Brown expresses a sweet sentiment, so I am repeating it for Rosalie's memorial album:Come to the forest to visit meDown by the roots of a treeWaste not your tears on cold stone gravesWater a flower for meGive me to the earth when my winter comesBury me deep in the groundMark not my place with statues or cavesFind me where life can be foundCome to the woods when autumn leaves turnGolden and copper and redRustle up memories, seeds of joy storedKick up the leaves in my steadVisit a garden on warm, summer daysKeep company with blossoms and beesRemember my heart blooms forever in yoursTake comfort from shushing shade treesLet springtime surround you with life and the livingBirdsong and budding green leavesLook up at the sky, give thanks for sun and rainWhen you think of me, smile more than grieveCome to the forest to visit meDown by the roots of a treeLive every day that is given to youWater a new flower for me~~Always, phyllis