Haiku My Heart: For Spadoman




Spadoman's daughter
taken away far too soon,
is not forgotten







She had a place of honor on
the Day of the Dead altar
in our little home-away-from-home
in San Miguel de Allende.

We hold you, her parents, in our hearts. 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Beautiful Meri, Joe will be so very touched.

x..x
November 19, 2010 at 9:35 AM
Spadoman said…
How special is this? I can't think of how to thank all of you for allowing us, through Maggie, to make that journey with you. Many years ago when we learned about Los Dios and what it would mean to us in the years to follow, we never thought it would be so far reaching and bring us together with so many wonderful people.
We thank you and love you all in a very special way.

Peace to all.
November 19, 2010 at 9:57 AM
Kim Mailhot said…
This is a beautiful, loving, kind gesture, Meri.
November 19, 2010 at 10:55 AM
ms pie said…
a lovely treasure...
November 19, 2010 at 11:09 AM
turquoise cro said…
Sending Love and prayers
November 20, 2010 at 8:34 AM
Noelle Clearwater said…
It is beautiful. How very connected all of our souls are in this blog world and the world beyond it. Blessings on Joe and his dear family. What a lovely remembrance.
xoxo,
Noelle
November 20, 2010 at 4:37 PM
deb did it said…
This is so beautiful Meri. And Joe....you and your family were so present with us that trip. We mentioned you daily! PEACE.
November 20, 2010 at 5:08 PM
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