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Art & Poetry
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   The following work of art [20" x 24"] was produced with the use of some of Mom's cremains incorporated into the media. A wonderful artist named Daniel Ortega was kind enough to create this family treasure. In addition, he has volunteered to bury a biodegradable smaller piece of art (i.e., with her cremains that were not used for the larger work) in Sedona, Arizona (a place we were scheduled to visit with Mom in 2008, but changed to NYC after we learned of the graveness of her illness). ;void(0)) "Just attached several photos of your mothers Bio-Ashwork buried in Sedona, Arizona. The weather was perfect and the view from the site was awesome. We hiked about 500 feet up from the highway of Oak Creek Canyon. After the work was buried we put stones on the red earth above the piece."
November 27, 2010 ;void(0)) ;void(0)) ;void(0)) By: Daniel Ortega A true man of his word...we sincerely thank you. The Johnson Family by Linda Ellis I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone From the beginning to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth And spoke of the following date with tears, But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time That she spent alive on earth And now only those who loved her Know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own, The cars, the house, the cash, What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash. So think about this long and hard; Are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left That can still be rearranged. If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real And always try to understand The way other people feel. And be less quick to anger And show appreciation more And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before. If we treat each other with respect And more often wear a smile, Remembering that this special dash Might only last a little while. So when your eulogy is being read With your life's actions to rehash Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash? © 1996 Linda Ellis Near a shady wall a rose once grew, Budded and blossomed in God's free light: Watered and fed by morning dew, Shedding its sweetness day and night. As it grew and blossomed fair and tall, Slowly rising to loftier height, It came to a crevice in the wall, Through which there shone a beam of light. Onward it crept with added strength With never a thought of fear or pride, It followed the light through the crevice length, And unfolded itself on the other side. The light, the dew, the broadening view Were found the same as they were before. And it lost itself in beauties new. Breathing its fragrance more and more. Shall claim of death cause us to grieve, And make our courage faint or fall? Nay, let us faith and hope receive, The rose still grows beyond the wall. Scattering fragrance far and wide, Just as it did in days of yore. Just as it did on the other side, Just as it will forevermore. By: A. L. Frink I would rather have one little rose These sentiments were how Mom lived her life when it came to treatment of others...she was the truest of friend till the very end. | Return Home | Family Remembered | Memory Lane | Art & Poetry | |
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