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Dianna’s Tree ..

My dear friend laid his wife to rest today. A mass of Christian burial at St. Vincent De Paul Catholic Church was held this morning at 10:00 am. The Rev. M. Den Irwin, Pastor, officiating as senior celebrant. Interment was followed at Serenity Memorial Gardens.

Oh, is there anything more challenging that finding comforting words in which to say in a not so comfortable time? When I am a loss for words, I let them turn to paint and paper —

I created this piece today using a mixture first of Berol Prismacolor watercolor pencils, scanned it, and then a variety of softer brushes on Adobe. I believe, at least, that it speaks for itself.

IN MEMORY OF DIANNA L. MOODY

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Leaves that blow from autumn trees
Prepare the way for winter freeze
To chart the paths of moving time
A cycle plays out nature's rhyme

Though sometimes leaves do fall in spring
The sound's an unfamiliar ring
New from buds the leaves they form
They grow amidst the sun so warm

So why do some release their bounds?
And tumble gently towards the ground
To disconnect from what they know
And sacrifice the chance to grow

Only God can know these things
And why he calls for leaves in spring
Perhaps leaves choose to ride the wind
To find some place to start again...

Description
Dianna’s Tree ..

My dear friend laid his wife to rest today. A mass of Christian burial at St. Vincent De Paul Catholic Church was held this morning at 10:00 am. The Rev. M. Den Irwin, Pastor, officiating as senior celebrant. Interment was followed at Serenity Memorial Gardens.

Oh, is there anything more challenging that finding comforting words in which to say in a not so comfortable time? When I am a loss for words, I let them turn to paint and paper —

I created this piece today using a mixture first of Berol Prismacolor watercolor pencils, scanned it, and then a variety of softer brushes on Adobe. I believe, at least, that it speaks for itself.

IN MEMORY OF DIANNA L. MOODY

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Leaves that blow from autumn trees
Prepare the way for winter freeze
To chart the paths of moving time
A cycle plays out nature's rhyme

Though sometimes leaves do fall in spring
The sound's an unfamiliar ring
New from buds the leaves they form
They grow amidst the sun so warm

So why do some release their bounds?
And tumble gently towards the ground
To disconnect from what they know
And sacrifice the chance to grow

Only God can know these things
And why he calls for leaves in spring
Perhaps leaves choose to ride the wind
To find some place to start again...