Notes from the Violin
carried away on the prairie wind
Auntie Marilyn has died.
|Marilyns Roses (Encaustic)|
I received word that my Aunt Marilyn passed away from this world yesterday evening. She was a favourite aunt of mine, I spent a lot of my youth at her farm enjoying her animals, garden, and cooking. I always believed she had a special connection with her farm animals, some people do. She lost her husband John just recently, they can be together again in a better place. I wrote the poem above while I was waiting for Crystal at the local grocery store. There was an amazingly beautiful Rachmaninoff piece playing on CBC Radio while I was contemplating my memories of Marilyn and I felt like writing something down that somehow expressed my feelings at that moment. I guess I lost another piece of myself. Thanks for everything Marilyn. Adieu.