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Invitation to 90th Birthday Celebration The following is an invitation going out to Mother's family for this special occasion. Much of this planning has been a result of comments from SFF friends and those of other web sites with the stories I have blogged previously which have brought to surface feelings of insensitivity toward my aging parents. The event will we highlighted with a surprise guest, a video display of captured memories set to music and video, captured footage of recent interviews, streaming video for those not in attendance, and an opportunity for family to share their poems and memories personally to the great lady of the plains. Much work to do to bring this all together. Invitation has been edited to exclude personal details: The family wishes to invite you to a special birthday celebration On April 13th in honor of Mother’s 90th birthday celebration. Mother had a saying familiar to our family to not wait to generously lavish her with flowers when she is departed from us but that she would prefer to enjoy them while she is still alive. The following will be the theme for our wonderful Mother: Bring Flowers of the Rarest Bring flowers of the fairest; bring flowers of the rarest, From garden and woodland and hillside and vale; Our full hearts are swelling, our glad voices telling The praise of the loveliest Rose of the vale. We often make comments after viewing pictures and memories of our loved one and how wonderful it is to have those cherished memories. I wish to propose to you how much more cherished is our time spent with our loved ones while we can still express our appreciation to them personally. We, as a family, wish to afford each and everyone that opportunity. It is my desire that many will be blessed through this gathering as we again bring together those who have been significantly impacted by the life and this dear woman who desired to simply live her life in a way that was pleasing to God. The following Poem is a vivid description of Mother’s love of nature written by my sister, Maggie. MOTHER'S GARDEN Mother always had a garden, Where vegetables and flowers grew From early morning in the spring Until the late fall winds blew. The way her delicate hand would touch Each petal nourished with love, The result of growth seen day to day Was like a gift sent from above. The flowers often decorated the table. I can still smell the lilacs in spring. The vegetables were prepared daily Fresh or frozen each meal would bring. Mom loved this flourishing garden. It was like a part of her. The rich soil, green plants and labor Was reward for the hours spent there. As a I couldn't appreciate Time spent and hard work in her garden. But now that I'm grown I see only the love She has gained from the vegetables she's sharing. Written by Mag in 1994 Peace, LAM  I find every shade of white I still could be So many ways you touch me I run I fall I dive I see Akiane |
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Boy, this sounds like fun. Will everyone be coming?
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