This is Bull Mountain where we grew up in Bull River, B.C. Caroline took this photo.
I wanted to add the poem below that my niece Kari (Caroline's daughter)
wrote when her paternal grandmother passed away a short time ago.
Lady of Grace
If you listen quietly, you can hear the angels start to sing.
As she takes her last breathe and spreads her wings.
A mother of six, A lady of grace.
Etched in our hearts, her smiling face.
Standing with her husband of many years.
They smile down at us, without a single tear.
It's a new beginning, a new day.
We'll always have memories, they will never fade.
Winter is gone and spring is here.
However, I know she will always be near.
A simple prayer, to up above. Is all it takes, to feel her love.
Dedicated in honour to grandma,