
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
GARBUTT. - Gwendoline. June 7, 1925 - July 3, 2002 Your long fight is finally over. Loved wife of Jim, loved mother of Julie and John, mother-in-law to Dick and Karen, very proud grandmother of Alistair, Jayne, Sarah, Andrew, Kristie, Tania and great grandmother to Jessica. "There is sweet music here that softer falls, than petals from blown roses on the grass, or night dews on still waters between walls of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that is gentler on the spirit lies, than tir'd eye lids upon tir'd eyes: Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies, here are cool mosses deep, and thro' the moss, the ivies creep, and in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, and from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep." Rest In Peace
Where would you like to share this Death Notice?