I’m so sorry you all have lost her. I’m very grateful for what you’ve shared about her - she seems like she was wonderful.

Blessing Song
Julie Carmichael Jackson
May your sleep be peaceful, my Dear Friend
While the angels keep watch over you
May your heart feel the mist of God’s gentle love
Like the grass with the morning dew

When the night has come and you’re tired
From the weight of the day’s work you’ve done
When it’s time to lay down your weary head
God be with you, my gentle one

May your sleep be peaceful, my Dear Friend
While the angels keep watch over you
May your heart feel the mist of God’s gentle love
Like the grass with the morning dew

With the stars of the night shining on you
May your worries and cares all depart
May tomorrow bring sunshine to your world
And may love find its place in your heart

May your sleep be peaceful, my Dear Friend
While the angels keep watch over you
May your heart feel the mist of God’s gentle love
Like the grass with the morning dew

May God’s peace be upon you

How thin the cloth, how fine the thread
That cloaks the living from the dead;
How narrowly, from breath to breath,
We plait our rendezvous with death.

How swift the tenant flees the gate;
The landlord’s writ, come soon or late,
Foreclosing slum or stately hall,
Hard bailiffs at His beck and call.

How feather-light the feeble spark
That shields us from the greedy dark;
Unjessed our souls like falcons fly!
How weak the lure, how wide the sky!

-- Felix Dennis

Peter and Oliver,
Thinking of you both and remembering the love, creativity and strength of Catherine. She will be forever a part of you. Much love , Judith

Viva Catherine. Always with us in spirit and love. Thinking of you and Oliver with love and peace.

Remembering Catherine's great spirit and my thoughts are with you and Oliver this week and always on your journey

Thinking of you and Oliver, and Catherine. So many fond memories with you all. Catherine is one of my most cherished friends. She was such a decent person, a champion for an equitable community that ensures needs are met. I am so thankful for the years I got to spend with you family, and the many hours chatting with Catherine. She was one of my favourite people to talk to. She was so insightful and caring in her speech and actions. <3 <3 <3 She role modelled an adult that I wanted to be as I came of age, and I am so honoured to carry her memory forward with all those who cherished her, and were cherished by her. <3 <3 <3

Catherine's memory lives in and with all of us.
Thinking of both of you and remembering her light and creativity, but also to both you and O. for keeping her light alive through your actions and writings. A deeply strong hug to you both.

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says;
"There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout;
"Here she comes!"