Music, When Soft Voices Die:
“Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory – Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose Leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the beloved’s bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.”
Grandma Mac! We love you for all time. Don’t rest in peace – have fun like you do and remember we are always missing you. We could never forget you!
Much love, Connor, Kiefer and Jamie.