Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,
I'll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.
I'll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linnet's song;
And there I'll lie and dream
The day along:
And, when night comes, I'll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent Melancholy.
(Author: William Blake)
PAGE DEDICATION
In Loving Memory
of my Internet Friend
Karen West a.k.a. "Talksloud"
January 19, 1951--May 16, 2003
Karen is greatly missed by all especially her husband Charles her Children and her Grandchildren.
FROM THE HEART OF ANGEL
I had the pleasure of meeting Karen and Charles a few years ago. I was waiting in line at Grandy's Chicken Restaurant in Brunswick, GA. suddenly I heard someone calling Angel. I turned around and immediately recognized Charles from having met him while shopping at the store where he works. He said, "I want you to meet my lovely wife Karen." We chatted for a little while longer and suddenly it was our turns to be waited on. Since that meeting I had talked with Karen quite a few times and she would tell me how she was going to go and watch a movie or TV with her darling husband. It was always a pleasure to talk with her and I will miss her greatly. Charles I pray that God will bring comfort to you and to the children and grandchildren.
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