Jennifer Anne Christensen.1947 - 2007
She died this day, at 11:28. Quietly, peacefully, surrounded by a family who will miss her for ever.
I've always loved the above picture of my mother in her typical English post war clothing because it shows her as a beautiful, happy and innocent little girl. Aged 7, before all the hardship and misunderstandings of life took their toll. A portrait of her true character, the child within.
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How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming,
When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,
Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming,
And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.
Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,
Or summer succeed to the winter of death?
Rest awhile, hapless victim! and Heaven will save
The spirit that hath faded away with the breath.
Eternity points, in its amaranth bower
Where no clouds of fate o'er the sweet prospect lour,
Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower,
When woe fades away like the mist of the heath.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
RIP Jennifer Anne Christensen.
Please let me extend my sincere condolences, Jan, to you and your family during this difficult time. May you all be lifted up by the love and support of those near and far.
What a lovely tribute to your mother. Simply beautiful.
Claire
Jan,
Cheryl and I are truly sorry for your loss. Please accept these simple wishes for peace for you and your family through these difficult times.
Sorry for your loss.
God gave us memories so that we would have roses in winter.
Thank you Lesly.
I think thats the first time I ever gave Shelley more than a passing thought. Stern is woe indeed. I miss her in odd ways I never knew were possible. Its a strange sort of sadness. One that ebbs and flows like the tide.
Thank you Claire, Ken and Cheryl also.
Your condolences mean something special because you all belong to a special place in my heart too.
GM.
The last time my mother looked at me, she came up out of her delerium just long enough to recognize me. She saw me and smiled such a sweet, surprised smile as shall remain in my minds eye for as long as my memory never fails me.
Her funeral is on friday and in the mean time we are gathered about my father for he has never had to live alone. He buried his mother only a few weeks ago and now we must bury his wife.
Yesterday Freja seemed to sense something sad about him for she lavished a lot of attention, hugs and caresses on him. Much more than usual.
I hope it did him some good. I'm sure it must have warmed his heart.
Jan, I'm so very sorry for your loss. You have my sincerest condolences, and I'm regretful that I'm only seeing this now. I've been so involved with my own loss that I've failed to connect in places that I should.Grief is a strange creature, but know, my friend, that I'm thinking of you and yours.
Thank you Cyan. I've thought about you a lot recently. I fervently hope your finding your way through the emotional labyrinth.
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