Mandy Girl

A poem dear friend
Your story untold
Of one who touched hearts
A beautiful soul

Loved her precious girls
Sam & Jaymie
Carnations and Roses
Her garden, her sanctuary

Pretty as summer
Tough as nails
Upfront and honest
But carried her fair share of sad tales

Giving of herself
Until the very end
I wish you'd stayed longer
Mandy - my friend

Much love and sadly missed
Mysh

So missed and forever loved by her daughters Sam and Jayme, her partner Mewsy and her best friends Greg (Jayme's dad) and Julie. Friend to Mysh and all those who loved her.

Most of us have places that are sacred to us.
These spots, wherever they are, seem to rejuvenate us
and lighten our beings.
It's not important where the place is. It may be a corner of a room,
a place where we like to walk or a secret place within ourselves.
Wherever it is, when we have taken the time to rest there
even for a bit, we always benefit.
Yet when our lingering comes to an end, our sadness lets us know
how precious the place is to us.