“Jaimie and her mom shared a love of Shakespeare, and this sonnet seemed appropriate to honour her life and passing.” I read;
“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 ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in 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 death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”
It was during that reading that Jaimie finally allowed her sorrow to be set free, and cried silently with head bowed, and for her comfort F_ encircled her shoulders with one arm and drew her gently against him. Others I saw were dabbing eyes discreetly as they listened to the sonnet while being aware of a daughter’s grief, yet the tears that welled in my own eyes were all for the pride I held for my son. It was in that moment when I first saw the man he would become.
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