tribute to our beloved late miss Deborah Tushima
Deborah It is HARD to accept the death of a loved one; especially when you didn’t have the chance to say goodbye; especially when the deceased was taken so suddenly and so shockingly at the prime of life and most especially when it seems like an irreplaceable part of your world is gone. The grief and the pain can be unbearable; you cry a river and your sorrow knows no end. You never really know what it’s like until you are there yourself, but you look to God because he’s the only one who can comfort you.
We have shared
A significant moment
With tears awash
Amidst the quiet Smiles
The love and the Life
With profound Expression
As we embrace
Walking upon time
The celebration of life,
shared in the beginning, and again, in the end.
Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live.
Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive?
Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world
and dead to the life we are to live.
To celebrate all life,
the sparrow who sang in the morning,
and died in the night,
why do we not celebrate its life?
To know thyself is to know you are alive –
to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain.
In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and
strength is all that’s left to be gained
in the moment by moment celebration of life.
You left Soo soon Deborah,how we wish tears can bring you back to live with us again in the world
Bossom with the angels and may your soul rest in perfect peace dear ,we all love you and we gon miss bad dear
ONCE MORE REST IN PEACE DEBORAH TUSHIMA