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To me Fran never held a mom but rather Auntie Mame ( Rosalind Russel
as opposed to Lucille Ball ) VIVACIOUS EARTHY FORTHRIGHT AND ABOVE ALL
IN LOVE WITH LIVING.
I recently came across this poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson and it
seems to bring some sense to her passing for me and hope it may with
you also
CROSSING THE BAR
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our born of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
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