This week we remember those who passed away this past year
They left us this year by the doorway of death. And we miss them, dear God, how we do. The memories they leave us help smooth grief’s long road. How I wish that this journey was through.
But mem’ries alone cannot silence or quell the deep ache in our hearts that we feel. A loss is a loss even though time has passed. But admitting our pain helps us heal.
O God, on this day when we ponder our friends who have dented our lives with their love, please comfort our sorrow as only You can with the hope of reunions above.
A poetic tribute to Angela Lansbury, a giant of stage and screen
Murder she wrote, but Disney she sang. Mrs. Potts fit her role to a tee. (Just ask Chip!)
Yes, Angela had the voice of an angel. She was hardly short on talent. This Mame truly could coax the blues right out of the horn. She could dance and act and sing.
This beauty was truly a beast when if came to hard work. Mrs. Potts poured herself into all she attempted. Playing Elizabeth Taylor’s sister or Elvis Presley’s mother, she was all in.
A rather tall woman, she stood head and shoulders above her peers. No wonder we looked up to her the way we did and the way we will continue to.
Peace to her memory!
*My wife and I had the privilege of hearing Angela Lansbury talk about her life and her career at the Lesher Center in Walnut Creek, California three decades ago. That was about the time we visited Mendocino (on the California coast) for the first time. While there we drank in the quaint setting where “Murder She Wrote” was filmed for a dozen years.