Just had a call from my stepdaughter to say that her Mum (the first Mrs Calar) died suddenly a few days ago. A ruptured aortic aneurism. She was 66, a year older than me. I'm sitting here in shock. My poor wee lassie! There is nothing I can say to her . and tomorrow would have been Calar's birthday too, and we always find that difficult. Can't write any more now. I'm going to make some cocoa and drink it under the frosty night sky. I'll watch the starlight over the hills and think of the elves conducting my predecessor on her way to the West. Her true name was Edda, same as the great Norse epics. Tolkien would have liked that. Lizzie

Hi Lizzie .... so sorry to hear the sad news ... our thoughts are with you (((gentle hugs))) Caroline and John xxxx Just had a call from my stepdaughter to say that her Mum (the first Mrs Calar) died suddenly a few days ago. A ruptured aortic aneurism. She was 66, a year older than me. I'm sitting here in shock. My poor wee lassie! There is nothing I can say to her . and tomorrow would have been Calar's birthday too, and we always find that difficult. Can't write any more now. I'm going to make some cocoa and drink it under the frosty night sky. I'll watch the starlight over the hills and think of the elves conducting my predecessor on her way to the West. Her true name was Edda, same as the great Norse epics. Tolkien would have liked that. Lizzie . . "IS THE SUBJECT LINE STILL RELEVANT? If not, PLEASE change it." ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

That's sad, Lizzie . . . so sudden, all feelings are left in turmoil. Hugs, Jennifer On News of a Friend’s Sudden Death by Felix Dennis 2002 How thin the cloth, how fine the thread That cloaks the living from the dead; How narrowly, from breath to breath, We plait our rendezvous with death. How swift the tenant flees the gate; The landlord’s writ, come soon or late, Foreclosing slum or stately hall, Hard Bailiffs at His beck and call. How feather-light the feeble spark That shields us from the greedy dark; Unjessed our souls like falcons fly! How weak the lure, how wide the sky! lizzie wrote: > Just had a call from my stepdaughter to say that her Mum (the first Mrs > Calar) died suddenly a few days ago. A ruptured aortic aneurism. She was 66, > a year older than me. I'm sitting here in shock. My poor wee lassie! There > is nothing I can say to her . and tomorrow would have been Calar's birthday > too, and we always find that difficult. > > Can't write any more now. I'm going to make some cocoa and drink it under > the frosty night sky. I'll watch the starlight over the hills and think of > the elves conducting my predecessor on her way to the West. Her true name > was Edda, same as the great Norse epics. Tolkien would have liked that. > > Lizzie > > . > . > "IS THE SUBJECT LINE STILL RELEVANT? > If not, PLEASE change it." > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > >

Lizzie,I'm so sorry to hear this news. Death is hard to deal with,but a sudden death is worse. Hope you are coping. Jean USA Jennifer <[email protected]> wrote: That's sad, Lizzie . . . so sudden, all feelings are left in turmoil. Hugs, Jennifer On News of a Friend’s Sudden Death by Felix Dennis 2002 How thin the cloth, how fine the thread That cloaks the living from the dead; How narrowly, from breath to breath, We plait our rendezvous with death. How swift the tenant flees the gate; The landlord’s writ, come soon or late, Foreclosing slum or stately hall, Hard Bailiffs at His beck and call. How feather-light the feeble spark That shields us from the greedy dark; Unjessed our souls like falcons fly! How weak the lure, how wide the sky! lizzie wrote: > Just had a call from my stepdaughter to say that her Mum (the first Mrs > Calar) died suddenly a few days ago. A ruptured aortic aneurism. She was 66, > a year older than me. I'm sitting here in shock. My poor wee lassie! There > is nothing I can say to her . and tomorrow would have been Calar's birthday > too, and we always find that difficult. > > Can't write any more now. I'm going to make some cocoa and drink it under > the frosty night sky. I'll watch the starlight over the hills and think of > the elves conducting my predecessor on her way to the West. Her true name > was Edda, same as the great Norse epics. Tolkien would have liked that. > > Lizzie > > . > . > "IS THE SUBJECT LINE STILL RELEVANT? > If not, PLEASE change it." > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > . . "IS THE SUBJECT LINE STILL RELEVANT? If not, PLEASE change it." ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Thanks, everyone for your kind messages. Edda's funeral is tomorrow (Wednesday) so some warm supportive Trivvie vibes for Shona would help. ... Lizzie Subject: Re: [TRIVVIES] Sad News That's sad, Lizzie . . . so sudden, all feelings are left in turmoil. Hugs, Jennifer On News of a Friend's Sudden Death by Felix Dennis 2002 How thin the cloth, how fine the thread That cloaks the living from the dead; How narrowly, from breath to breath, We plait our rendezvous with death. How swift the tenant flees the gate; The landlord's writ, come soon or late, Foreclosing slum or stately hall, Hard Bailiffs at His beck and call. How feather-light the feeble spark That shields us from the greedy dark; Unjessed our souls like falcons fly! How weak the lure, how wide the sky! lizzie wrote: > Just had a call from my stepdaughter to say that her Mum (the first Mrs > Calar) died suddenly a few days ago. A ruptured aortic aneurism. She was 66, > a year older than me. I'm sitting here in shock. My poor wee lassie! There > is nothing I can say to her . and tomorrow would have been Calar's birthday > too, and we always find that difficult. > > Can't write any more now. I'm going to make some cocoa and drink it under > the frosty night sky. I'll watch the starlight over the hills and think of > the elves conducting my predecessor on her way to the West. Her true name > was Edda, same as the great Norse epics. Tolkien would have liked that. > > Lizzie >

That *is* sad news, Lizzie. Hugs Geo. Just had a call from my stepdaughter to say that her Mum (the first Mrs Calar) died suddenly a few days ago. <snip> Lizzie