A Sad Day

At approximately 6 this morning Doris Scott quietly passed from this world. She was 93 years old and had led a very long and full life. She lived on her own in a time when it was not seemly, married late in life, traveled the world, and was well read. She was very petite, but she had a backbone of steel encased in velvet; she was a lady (most of the time) to the end. Her stubborn streak was a mile wide and it's already very apparent that her great granddaughter has inherited that as well as her red hair.

This was not unexpected but death is always sudden. I mourn all that I will now never learn from her and the conversations that will never come. I loved talking with her of her travels and one of her most prized possessions was a world map, lovingly framed, with little pins in every spot she had ever visited. My most memorable day with her was the day she showed me her wedding dress; of the hopes and dreams that were wrapped around it just as lovingly as the tissue paper it was stored in. I have many wonderful memories of this beautiful soul and she will be greatly missed. I am thankful that she stayed long enough for her great grandchildren to meet her before beginning her new journey and that they will always be able to carry her in their hearts. She is survived by her only child, Stuart Scott, her grandchildren, Carey and Sarah, and her great grandchildren James, Charles, Meradydd, and Kathrynn.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Gwydion, 13 Mar 95

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