Prayers, Blessings & Wishes for Saint

jenni_ca

Thanks... I'd like that...  

I'm burned up because the recording says you can place an order 24/7, but you can't...  the answering service couldn't even take ANY orders...  AND even when I called during normal business hours, NO ONE knew about this deal...   I even talked to a manager, and he was going to check into it, and call back... but he NEVER called me back. 

Harley

My deepest sympathies to the Wilson family.....Saint was a wonderful woman that will be missed by so many....she made a real difference.  Soar with the angels our dear Saint.

Here is a poem that I think is very appropriate for Saint. 

Loss of Mother Poem

Now that I am gone,
remember me with smiles and laughter.
And if you need to cry,
cry with your brother or sister
who walks in grief beside you.
And when you need me,
put your arms around anyone
and give to them what you need to give to me.
There are so many who need so much.
I want to leave you something --
something much better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I've known
or helped in some special way.
Let me live in your heart
as well as in your mind.
You can love me most
by letting your love reach out to our loved ones,
by embracing them and living in their love.
Love does not die, people do.
So, when all that's left of me is love,
give me away as best you can.

~ Author unknown

((((((((((In Loving Memory Of Saint))))))))

I've been praying for all of Saint's Family.

I chanced to look at her husband's facebook page and it said widowed in his marital status as if some horrid streak of fate had crossed his path.  oh, that made me cry that he remembered to update his page. .. it's so unfair. 

dam disease.

How very kind of Saints family to share with us during their time of grief.  It means a lot to me to see those flowers and hear the stories, thank you.  Faith hope you're hanging in there as well as can be expected right now.  Hugs to all of you. 

For us, she was "Patty"...

That was until sometime in middle school when she decided it should be spelled "Patti" - and, as I recall, she always dotted the last "i" with a little girl circle...but then, when she hit Beloit, she became known as "Pat" (eventually even pronounced à la Midwest - with the fleeat "a" in the middle - always sounded like "Peeat" to our NY ears - LOL!) and we were all absolutely forbidden to call her anything else...

One of my first memories of her in our childhood was when we were not more than 6 or 7 (she and I were only 11 mos. apart) and we adopted the neighborhood stray tomcat - a huge orange tiger, who spent all of his nights prowling and fighting with all of the other cats in the area - Our Dad named him, albeit inadvertently, when he found him in our garage at night (Pat had made a kind of "nest" for him secretly when it got cold outside - She had been feeding him for days, but Daddy was adamant about NEVER letting that stray into the house with his children...) He came into the house and said "That damned cat is in there and in the dark, I only saw his eyes lighting up  - looks just like a punkin'" - Well that was it, Dad finally had to give in and "Punkin" became our (most famous) house pet. Daddy still said that we shouldn't try to handle him too much. He was, after all, a wild thing, who wasn't used to people. The next thing I remember is Patty, walking down the street with her doll's carriage - and the looks I realized all the neighbors gave her when they peered inside. She had taken that huge old, wild thing, put a little white cotton doll's bonnet over his ears and stuffed him into that carriage and was taking him for a walk! BTW, she also fed him by squirting milk into his mouth out of a plastic doll's baby bottle. He was completely docile when she wanted to play with him. He never hurt any of us in any way, no matter how we played with him. He was around for at least another 10 years, and always Pat's favorite. I think that animals felt her love and simply trusted her.

...and then there were the flowers: I don't know how many of you can remember this, but when we were in school there was a tradition when another girl had a birthday. We would make "corsages" out of ribbons and sweets for the birthday girl to wear on her dress all day at school. It became a kind of fierce competition in middle school. You could tell how popular a girl was by how covered with corsages and candy she was on her birthday...Anyway, one Spring day before school, Pat realized that she had forgotten to prepare the corsage for her best friend the night before - and told Mom she couldn't leave without one. Mom said she should go into the garden, pick some flowers and create a "real" corsage. Well, you CANNOT imagine the time and energy she put into that thing - little roses and greens and ribbons - I remember because she took so much time that I was certain we would both be late for school. It became the hit of her friend's birthday that year and ever after, Patty had to conjur up another flower corsage for each of her friends on their birthdays.  (Oh yeah, and WE all got them too - they were always the MOST special!) By the time she was 14, she was spending every afternoon as an apprentice in a local flower shop and there was simply no going back after that. She was a natural at her art. Her greatest talent was all that love - it began with animals and flowers and spread to everyone and everything else in her life...Wow - now that I've started, there are so many more stories I could tell - I will have to go on tomorrow - if you are interested - it helps on this end, believe me!

All the best for all of you,

Maura

Yes, I would love to hear more

Maura, I would love to hear more stories too. Thank you so much for thinking of us as much as you do.

Maura thanks for the stories. Would love to hear more too.

Maura, trust me ... as long as you're willing to share with us, we'll be here waiting eagerly for more pieces of the woman we knew as Saint.  The cat in the cradle story is priceless!!  I can see where she'd do the same thing today too, ya know?  Hugs to all family who may come here, and of course to my bco sistahs.

Maura...looking forward to more stories.  Precious!  (((((((((((((Hugs to Saint's family))))))))))

Aw wow ... can't you just picture her doing that guys?  Guess it gave you a teeny bit of pressure to get good at it too huh Maura?  No skipping practice for you after all that!!  Love it ... love it.

Such beautiful stories full of love spirit and support, and joy and determination and sister and sistah hood. thank you Maura and dream for sharing. As I knew it would be, it is still a joy to share in Saint's life, it dosn't end here, all the good is perpetuated and growing  and inspiring.

I am off after tomorrow for a week, but I will be back to share in the precious reminiscing that is "giving" still of Saint. Maura, thank you, it is lovely to read what you share. God bless you.

Dream, your post is so telling of Saint's spirit and special ways.

Sweet dreams to you all, and God's comfort be with you.

Shiny