It is with a heavy heart I would like to let friends know that our beloved Morningstar passed away this past week after a valiant battle with cancer.
It is so hard to grasp that our feisty, compassionate and caring friend will no longer post her much read thoughts on her blog and allow us a glimpse into her life. She and I started our thoughts around much the same time and over the years, met several times. She was as lovely, funny and full of life as her words showed her to be and although COVID and other issues prevented us from meeting for many years now, we kept in touch.
Morningstar's strength, courage and determination through the trials and tribulations that life threw at her were indisputable. She met adversity - mental, emotional and physical - with courage and grace.
I am just so thankful that she met her Sir and has enjoyed such a wonderful, fullfilling and loving bond with someone who clearly understood and appreciated the gem she was. Her love and care for her Little One was a lesson to all of us in compassion, and faith and her loving hands will be sorely missed by a little girl, now bereft of one of her greatest champions.
My heart aches for her Sir Steve who whose firm, kind hands gave her the harbour she sought her entire life. The bond they shared is not often found and for those of us who read about his benevolent and guiding spirit to our friend were so very happy she had found her other half.
My deepest and most heartfelt sympathy go out to both Sir Steve and the Little One.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
As an early riser, when I see the last star glinting in the wakening sky I will think of her.