The Longbow Papers

Faye Sander at her 96th birthday party.
Ellen's mother, Faye Sander, a little over two months shy of her 97th birthday, passed away in her sleep some time Saturday morning, January 21, in New York City. Words fail me at the moment, I loved her so. Therefore, I am going to let Alfred Lord Tennyson speak for me. Below is the poem Ellen and I read to each other several times yesterday:

Crossing The Bar

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
and one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Ellen and I are flying out of Beijing at 2:00 p.m. today. We will be in New York for a week to ten days.

 

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1 Comments:

My Condolences Joe to You and Your Wife.

Have a Safe Flight.


Mario G. Nitrini 111
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