Dad

 My Dad.

Dad you always took the pictures. The man behind the camera. The photographer. Your hands smelled like the chemicals in the dark room. How I loved to go in there with you and stand in the dark watching you while you picked the papers up with tongs and slid them from one bath to the next. The craziness of watching an image appear out of water and paper. Seeing them one after the other line up on the drying line above the trays. Like mom's laundry hanging on a dark misty day. 

I thought you knew and could do anything and everything. You could act and sing and you made the best pancakes and fudge in the world. 
I don't think I have ever known another soul that loved on this green earth as much as you. You were kindness and compassion, love and trust. 

My dearest Daddy.
I miss you.  If I hadn't known how badly you wanted to live and yet how ready you were to die I would miss you with an inconsolable loss. Yet I do know that your time here was not easy and that now in heavens arms you are at peace with the angels. I will see you again. 
Lambie xxoo

Phoebe

Our Dear Phoebe passed away last night.  With Angie at her side she went peacefully back to our maker.

Angie watched over her.

A Prayer for Animals

Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends, the animals,
especially for animals who are suffering:
for any that are hunted or lost of deserted
or frightened or hungry;
for all that must be put to death.
We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity,
and for those who deal with them
we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words.
Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals
and so to share the blessings of the merciful.

- Albert Schweitzer

 

 

Rest in Peace Dear Phoebe