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You may ask yourself why all the flowers and hearts .... flowers because ery loved them did not matter what kind same as she loved people did not matter who they were she accepted them for them and did her best to make them smile , feel at home, and......... loved........... hearts for all the ones she touch in her short time amongst us. i remeber one night late not long ago sitting talking with ery being my usual cranky self and she told me that i needed a break and she was right while i have yet to take that break i know she was right in my heart and i swear i will take it soon but she was telling me i let things get to me i dont take time to stop and think and its true i dont. ery would make me stop and think.... the last time I saw ery she came to see me in a different realm in the home i run there and we talked and chatted and had a great time it was only a four days before she passed on and while at the moment the memory of the last time i spoke to her is bittersweet i know intime my pain as will the pain of those she left behind will ease and we will all be able to look back and smile when we think of her.... 
When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. People dis-appear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time, when they're supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rain-bows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind-songs, they whisper to us, don't miss me too much. The view is nice and I'm doing just fine. 
ery my sis my beloved friend my calming port in the turbulant seas of my life you will be greatly missed by Us all........ and I know as you sit on your cloud up in the heavens looking down on Us you are shaking your head going as the poem says.......... don't miss me too much. The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.  Ceridwen aka angelic ( and my other billion names that only you knew but could never keep up with) and LucaenDeRo aka Lord Lucaen you will be remembered My precious sister who showed ME what true friendship and love is | 
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