Remembering Mahonyha

Selina,

I have been checking Mahonyha's website frequently and have been thinking about her a lot. I was both sad and relieved to read this morning that she passed away on Saturday. I am sad for those who have lost such a wonderful person and that Mahonyha didn't win her fight as I felt that if anyone could beat that cancer she would by sheer determination. I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss. I feel a sense of relief that she is now free from the pain and stress that she must have been suffering. I am so impressed with her determination and fight, you must be so proud to call yourself her mum. I wish you and your family strength in this most difficult time. I hope you are doing OK.

please take care of yourself,
Angela

~MAHONYHA~
The dawn of the day was overcome with deep sadness and sorrow.
Your soul escapes the beauty of your body with softness and grace.
As the day awakens your gentle touch still whispers around with courage and trust.
Breezes of your sweet scent surrounds us with comfort and peace as we memorize your exquisiteness; still and silent.
With each rising morning and in the shadows of each evening, your precious soul is present and the essence of your strength fills all space.
With much love
Your sister, Molly
xoxoxo

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon‐bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk‐white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk‐white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein