Remembering Jan Struckhoff

We are dedicating this post to Jan Struckhoff.

REMEMBER

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

EMEMBER me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

The pink Angel Trumpet finally bloomed right before Thanksgiving. We have decided that this will be Jan's flower in our garden, and that when it blooms we will think of her.

It is a very nice shade of pink.

Mommy has carted it off to live in the greenhouse for the winter. Since it is in the Greenhouse where it is warm we expect to see it blooming throughout the year, so we will be thinking of Jan often. We will always treasure Jan's friendship and the warmth of her smile. ~Socks, Scylla, Fenris & Alasandra