This blog was developed to respect the life of Louise Klida, with hopes that friends and family will enjoy the photos and anecdotes. Feel free to leave your farewell wishes to Louise in the comment section of the posts. To do this, click on the word "comments" at the bottom of each section, and a window will appear for you to type in your message to Louise and her family. If you have photos of Louise that you would like to see included in her blog, please feel free to email them to us. Thanks for participating.

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold"

- William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth from the west;

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the deathbed whereon it must expire,

Consumed by that which it was nourished by.

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

- William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest;

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought"

- William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe,

And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.

Never Alone

by Rodney Belcher

I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make

You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look

Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever

Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love

Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone

Wednesday

Now Beyond the Big Sleep

Louise Marie Klida died peacefully in her sleep in the early morning of February 4, 2009. As Neville tells us, "The end gives meaning to all that goes before. If I only know the end. The end is this, it is God's purpose to give Himself to me as though there were no others in the world, just God and self; not two, just One. He broke down the barrier between us and we became one. He cleaved to me, His emanation, yet his wife till the sleep of death was passed. Then I awoke as God the Father and there is no other."

Rest in peace, beautiful Louise.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: Louise welcomes you to her blog !
She is always happy to have a visit -

Thank You!; February 5, 2009 at 8:01 AM
Anonymous said...: I wonder if she ever knew (or suspected) how Jerry and David would unwrap presents under the Christmas tree, play with them, then rewrap before discovery. She does now, and I'm sure (knowing her
two sons) is still laughing about it. All my love and best wishes
to the family.

Pamela Overy (Quantz); February 9, 2009 at 3:25 PM