Tribute to a winged soul

Flower for TappyLast night my dear wife’s paternal grandmother passed away. I will always remember her for her ecstatically joyful dance during our wedding celebration and for her sense of style expressed in the elegantly beautiful princess-life dresses she loved to wear. She was a very artistic lady with passion for life, delicate soul and genuine interest in spirituality. She raised seven children practically by herself, while her hardworking husband was taking care of the family business. Whatever challenges her long life brought to her and to those around her, she was blessed with the presence of her whole family the moment her soul winged its way to the spiritual realm. May her spirit rests in peace and may her soul find true reunion with its Creator.

Whither can a lover go but to the land of his beloved? and what seeker findeth rest away from his heart’s desire? To the true lover reunion is life, and separation is death. His breast is void of patience and his heart hath no peace. A myriad lives he would forsake to hasten to the abode of his beloved.

(Baha’u’llah, The Persian Hidden Words)

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