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Elizabeth Edwards’ Passing, Strength And Legacy

December 7, 2010

Elizabeth Edwards was truly blessed with  “Resilience” and had many “Saving Graces.”  Two books that she wrote from her heart and soul.

Elizabeth lost her battle with breast cancer today, December 7th but she did not allow this disease to stop her.  Elizabeth passed with admirable strength and leaves a legacy to all Americans whom loved her.

Yesterday, December 6th; Elizabeth wrote the following on her Facebook page saying goodbye in her elegant way and determination to snap each of into reality and to muster the strength from within:

“The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered,” Edwards expressed gratitude for the love and support she’s received during her years in the public eye.  “You all know that I have been sustained throughout my life by three saving graces — my family, my friends, and a faith in the power of resilience and hope,” she wrote. “These graces have carried me through difficult times and they have brought more joy to the good times than I ever could have imagined… It isn’t possible to put into words the love and gratitude I feel to everyone who has and continues to support and inspire me every day. To you I simply say: you know.”

Before her initial diagnosis with cancer, Edwards began writing a letter to her children with advice they could use after she died — such as how to choose a church or a spouse. The message became more poignant in her final years, brought home when Jack once asked who would be the grandmother to his children.

Elizabeth will be forever in our souls and hearts.  She will truly be missed.

Our thoughts and prayers are with her family and friends.  May each feel God’s loving embrace as He wraps His arms around each protecting and guiding them on their journey.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

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