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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Margrit's Words....Addressing Jim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Elegy to Mary Azevedo - June 2005</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...Julie.....Carissa<br>Laureen and Kim<br>And Margrit's words<br>Addressing Jim</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day a dreary<br>..One...of June<br>Its moment...an even<br>....Greater...gloom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of death...without<br>A doubt...expected<br>...Still..the mind<br>Outright rejected</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oddity...of<br>God's will to give<br>Then snatch away<br>That right to live</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much.....we fail<br>....To understand<br>Yet...clear...the role<br>Of the fellowman</div><div style="margin:10px 0">....An intense glow<br>Amidst the gloom<br>...Soothed the soul<br>That day....in June</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...When oxymoron<br>Lost its meaning<br>...As joyful sorrow's<br>Songs were singing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Julie....Carissa<br>...Laureen and Kim<br>And Margrit's words<br>..Addressing....Jim</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Author's note: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The assignment; Pickup Margrit Mondavi at Robert Mondavi Winery, and drive to late afternoon appointment: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arriving onsite some minutes ahead of scheduled departure, I reclined in the limo, seizing the moment to unwind a bit from the rigors of an earlier excursion into San Francisco. Alerted by distant voices, I looked up to see Mrs. Mondavi approaching accompanied by an entourage of four co-workers. Exiting the vehicle, I acknowleged their presence, and exchanged a bit of light banter with one of the group. 'Jim said Margrit, I have some bad news. Mary (Mary Azevedo, Robert Mondavi's Adminstrative Assistant) passed away this morning.' I recall closing my eyes, bitting my lip, struggling to maintain composure, sinking ever deeper into the widening abyss of excruciating grief. But just as quickly sensed an oxymoronic relief buoyed by the quintessential gift of friendship demonstrated in the personage of these compassionate folks who in their collective wisdom chose to stand with me in spiritual solidarity during the challenging experience they surmised would be one of my most difficult. Often I visit that overcast day, and still I see them all approaching, their presence ever more celestial than before. Some years ago, I composed the poem 'Margrit's Words Addressing Jim, ' as a note of appreciation, thanking these precious folks whose very existence helped transform a period of paralytic anguish into the luxurious grandeur of consummate bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+B.+Earley">James B. Earley</a><div class=q>
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...Julie.....Carissa
Laureen and Kim
And Margrit's words
Addressing Jim

The day a dreary
..One...of June
Its moment...an even
....Greater...gloom

Of death...without
A doubt...expected
...Still..the mind
Outrigh..."></div>
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