Last Sunday I heard about the passing of an amazing writer, a wonderful friend and an incomparable human being: Jacqueline Gum, author of “Confessions of a Corporate Slut”.
I’m still at a loss for words. I’m shocked. Jacquie has been there for me. She encouraged me, supported me, helped me through hard times and I have never met her personally once. Still, I “knew her” for years and considered her my friend.
I tried to spread the word about her loss. But it took me two days to finally understand that she is no more.
My thoughts are with her and her family! She will be sorely missed!!
Author W.A.Rusho has provided us with a beautiful and heartwarming tribute to Jacquie. Better than I ever could do it. To read it, please click here: http://warusho-author.blogspot.com/2016/11/jacqueline-gum-loss-of-author-and-friend.html
This might be a little unusual, but it is a special – and very sad situation. Kawanee Hamilton, owner of “Kawanee’s Korner”, blogger and writer, has unexpectedly lost her husband when he was on a business trip in China. It took weeks until she knew when she would get his remains.
I won’t go into any more details. This isn’t supposed to be some sensational story. But I’m feeling bad for Kawanee. She’s devastated, she doesn’t know where to go from here, what to do and what will come next.
You can read part of it here: https://kawaneehamilton.wordpress.com/2016/07/12/another-update/
And she does need help. Not only emotionally, but also financially. Her aunt has prepared a “go-fund-me-page” for Kawanee in memory of David.
Maybe, when we hold together, we might support her, at least with a little bit?
You can read what Kawanee wrote here: https://kawaneehamilton.wordpress.com/2016/07/13/my-aunts-gofundme-page-she-set-it-up-for-me/
This is not for me. It is for Kawanee. Thank you.
June 11 is the day of my Dad’s passing, 4 days before his birthday with the biggest garden party he had ever organized together with Mom.
My Dad died in a work accident. And no, I won’t describe how it happened nor what happened. After all that time the memory is still painful.
But remembering my Dad, his incomparable humor, his thrilling laughter, his wisdom and that we sometimes did not even need to talk but only look at each other knowing very well what the other one was thinking… that’s a memory I consider a gift.
My father was the best Dad I could have. And I am blessed to be his daughter.
And that is why I decided today to post this little blog post – and celebrate his life and what he gave me: a wonderful childhood, protection, wisdom, advice and some of his humor. Thank you Dad. I love you.
When I was young I used to love
to sit upon your knee.
I’d gaze into your loving eyes
as your arms enfolded me.
Your gentle kiss would stir
the golden tendrils of my hair,
as whispered sentiments of love
we quietly would share.
We’d read a book together,
the same time after time.
I knew all of the words by heart,
you didn’t seem to mind.
When darkness fell you tucked me in
and gently kissed my cheek.
You’d wish upon a shooting star
the Lord my soul to keep.
The years have passed so quickly,
death parted you from me.
I hope you know how much it meant
when I sat upon your knee.
Gazing to the heavens,
as I quietly reminisce,
I’d give a million of those stars
to feel your gentle kiss.
I’d give all my tomorrows
to hear you read to me,
and remember those quiet moments
when I sat upon your knee.
Copyright – Louisas Lodge,(found at: http://affinityfunerals.com.au/poems-for-the-loss-of-a-father/)