Remembering Mahonyha

Dearest Megan and Family,

I have not had the opportunity to meet any of you, but Andrew speaks very highly of you all. Our family is very saddened by the loss of Mahonyha, but are also relieved that she is no longer suffering. She has left many great memories for all to cherish, and a smile that can never be forgotten. May God be with you during this most difficult journey. We certainly wish you all well.

Thinking of you. All our love,
Andrew, Joelle
Taylor, Dion & Dania

~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