
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
FOLEY, Cecilia Dolores
Daughter of Michael and Winifred Brody (dec)
Wife of John Anthony (Tony) Foley (dec)
Mother of David, Glen, James, Christine
& Margaret
Mother in Law to
Joy and Phil
Nan of Gemma, Mary, Andrew, Caitlyn & Paul Kiara and Emily & Thewin
Great Nan of Noah
Sister of Eileen Nolan (dec)
Pat Seach (dec)
Mary Doran (dec)
Clare Brody (dec)
Winifred Ryan (dec)
Monica Coverdale (dec)
Sheila McDowell (dec)
Michael Brody (dec)
James Brody (dec)
Brigid Zammit (dec)
Angela Farrugia
Kevin Barry Brody
John Gerald Brody
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winters’ day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s the place you come from, your first home.
She’s the map you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your
first enemy.
But nothing on Earth can separate you.
Not time.
Not space.
Not even death.
Funeral by : Tuckers Funeral & Bereavement Service Pty Ltd - Geelong West
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