You can worry to no end about what you don’t have. Or you can marvel at God’s breathtaking gifts: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees, the flowers, the birds. Could you create any of these? These miracles of life are always around you, ready to be celebrated, ready to be welcomed into your life.
No glass ever became sand again; No bread ever became wheat; No ripened fruit ever became a flower. Welcome change, and choose what kind of glass you create, what kind of bread you bake, what kind of fruit you harvest.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Poet: Robert Frost
and you pray for the strength to move on, to live, love………
You can shed tears that he has gone,
Or you can smile that he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him,
Or your heart can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live for yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he has gone,
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty
And turn your back,
Or you can do what he’d want, smile,
Open your eyes, love and go on
*author unknown*
Damian Allen wrote
at 9:40am Tuesday 13th October 2009
The hollow pain of loss, felt so keenly forever more. To Anthony, Jeremy, Paige, Holly & Anthony, Robin & Fay – our sincerest condolences and thoughts are with you now.
I remember trading ‘rubbers’ (erasers to the uninitiated) with Cinda as kids – hers were ‘heaps better’ – I was always so jealous :-)
Coming up to Sydney on school holidays to find Cinda and Holly infatuated with Young Talent Time and Bros – was absolutely bewildered about it back then (still am to this day).
Clashing because she was so opinionated (and I was not *shame*), amazed at how she could talk at a million miles an hour on a variety of topics without coming up for air :-)
Spending time not speaking when Shane died – and how gutted she was then – like she had also lost a brother.
Man it hurts.
Lots lots lots of love,
Damian, Deborah, Aden, Orianne, Ronan, Elsie, Imogen, Hannah and Kai
BROGAN, Jycinda Maree
The Daily Telegraph|10 October 2009
BROGAN, Jycinda Maree
Passed away
October 6, 2009
Much loved wife of Anthony
and mother of Jeremy and
Paige (newborn). Beloved
daughter of Robin and Fay
Bradshaw and sister of Holly.
Loved sister-in-law of Anthony
and aunty of Amelie.
She will be greatly missed by
her uncles, aunties, cousins
and grandparents. Beloved
daughter-in-law of Trevor and
Elizabeth.
Forever in all our hearts
Aged 35 years
Mass for the eternal repose
of the soul of the late
JYCINDA MAREE BROGAN
will be celebrated at Mary
Immaculate Catholic Church,
45A Victoria Street, Waverley
on Monday October 14, 2009
at 1pm. Following Mass the
cortege will proceed to
Randwick Cemetery.
