The below tribute was copied from the order of service for the remembrance of Lori's life, which took place at Sunshine, CO, on 27 November 2009. It was used with the kind permission of Lori's friend and neighbour in Sunshine, David Wheeler.
Lori Ann Heflin died of an extremely rare and aggressive form cancer at the age of 52 on November 22, 2009. She died peacefully at her home and was surrounded with lots of love and support from her family and friends. Lori was born in Boulder and has lived most of her life in Sunshine Canyon. Lori opened Alchemy Salon in Boulder in 1991 where she worked as a hairdresser and was simply adored by her large and devoted clientele. Lori was extremely gifted with creativity and artistic talents. She was an avid writer, painter, sculptor, weaver, jewelry maker, seamstress, and photographer. The wildlife that visited her mountain home often became the subjects of her photographs, such as black bears, foxes, birds, bobcats, and deer. She loved all living things. She also liked to garden, cook, and bake pies.
Lori was passionate about life and displayed a remarkable grace and strength during her 17‐month battle with cancer. She was the embodiment of love and always had an open heart for people. She was kind, expressive, spirited, opinionated, smart, and gorgeously alive. She will be missed by all who knew her.
Her father, Robert Heflin, precedes her in death. She is survived by her mother, Ruby Heflin, sister, Janna Tyrer, brother, Steve Heflin and wife Sheila, three nieces, Shonna Tyrer, Jenny Begin and husband Henri, Kayla Andreano, and 4 great nieces and nephews, Sage, Violet, Jacob, and Olive.
Donations are being encouraged for Lori’s Love Tribe Colorectal Cancer Fund and the Sunshine Canyon Fire Department. Please consider donating to both!
1. Donate to Lori's Love Tribe Fund:
http://advocacy.fightcrc.org/goto/lovetribe
By donating to Lori's Love Tribe fund, your money will be used by the Colorectal Cancer Coalition to award research grants to people doing cutting edge research on Colorectal Cancer.
2. Donate to the Sunshine Canyon Fire Department:
http://www.sunshine‐fpd.org/donations
The Sunshine Canyon community rallied together when Lori needed them the most. They have come out of this experience as heroes to Lori's family. So, by donating to the Sunshine Canyon Fire Department, you are helping to protect and care for the beautiful people of Sunshine Canyon just as they protected and cared for Lori.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Lori / Lori's Love Tribe
Lori, from Sunshine CO, passed away this morning (22 November 2009) at 4.30 am local time, after a heroically fought battle against cancer. At the moment of diagnosis, last summer, it was already incurable.
I have asked one of her neighbours in Sunshine, our own David, to write a tribute. This will be posted by myself as soon as it becomes available. I was not a reader of Lori's blog, and am saddened that I only came to know of this lady in the last hours of her life, probably at the moment of her death. Reading back through the journal, I will go so far as to say that a great person has been lost to the community of Sunshine, and to Jland / Bloggerville.
A more appropriate tribute will hopefully follow later.
Guido
I have asked one of her neighbours in Sunshine, our own David, to write a tribute. This will be posted by myself as soon as it becomes available. I was not a reader of Lori's blog, and am saddened that I only came to know of this lady in the last hours of her life, probably at the moment of her death. Reading back through the journal, I will go so far as to say that a great person has been lost to the community of Sunshine, and to Jland / Bloggerville.
A more appropriate tribute will hopefully follow later.
Guido
Monday, 15 December 2008
In memoriam
With thanks to Connie
As 2008 draws to a close, we remember those from our community that went before us.
In no particular order:
Sylvia, Chuck, Kim, Penny, Pam, Lahoma, Rene, Susan, Jim, Walt
Rest in peace.
You will not be forgotten, not even after our departure from AOL.
Friday, 5 December 2008
Sylvia's Poetry
As stated in previous entry, Sylvia Boiling (sylviam4000 on AOL) passed away on 2 May 2008. Her journal was deleted with all other AOL journals on 31 October 2008. Only a few snippets remain on the Net. In memory of Sylvia, I have copied the three entries I managed to retrieve.
Sylvia, rest in peace.
31 March 2006
Fresh Shoots From The Earth & New Beginnings
Oh Dear!.........what can the matter be?
I deleted me "Jottings"........oh what a Saturday!
Sitting here blindly.........without any spectacles;
(They were hidin' in one of the bathroom receptacles);
Bored out of me brain..........what brain you may ask?
Decided in me wisdom to get on wiv a task:
If I deleted an odd entry, with lots of rubbishy pics,
I'd gain FTP space - for "Jottings from the Sticks".
Squintin' at edit buttons - nose to the screen,
Suddenly I realised and let out a scream!!
The entry deleted, along wiv journal as well;
This was the ultimate AOL hell!
Had ter blame someone - I can't be that daft?
If I hadn't a cried - I think I'd 'ave laughed.
Just as everyfing was looking far less than rosy,
'Twas then I thought of - "Ye Olde English Posy".
Although this is a new journal, I'm still the same old me, and would like Ye Olde English Posy, to remain on much the same lines as my dear departed "Jottings". Welcome back folks.
Where's Spring? I took the above pic [deleted, ADB] Tuesday morning, on a little jaunt around the country lanes. It was a biting wind and trying to snow as I got back into the car. The lack of fresh green shoots and early Spring flowers, has turned March into a dreary drudge. Roll on April, Easter, and hopefully that rare phenomenon, a few warm sunny days. When that happens, housework will become a swear word here, and I'll take off with the camera to capture Nature's awakening.
My Posy for Mother's Day
There's a lovely custom inmy village, dating back many years: All the mums and grandmums in the parish receive a small posy, which are arranged by members of the church congregation.
Changes are afoot, which I'm very anxious about. Caring for hubby has finally taken too much of a toll on my own health. On Wednesday I made the difficult decision to ask for help, and to hand over some of the responsibilty, of hubby's care, to others. I will always remain his carer, wouldn't have it any other way; but the situation here must change - for both our sakes. I don't know what those changes will involve, until a meeting has been set up with the appropriate people. It's very hard letting go, but I truly have no choice.
The Spring comes in with all her hues and smells,
In freshness breathing over hills and dells;
O'er woods where May her gorgeous drapery flings,
And meads washed fragrant by their laughing springs.
Fresh are new opened flowers, untouched and free
From the bold rifling of the amorous bee.
The happy time of singing birds has come,
And Love's lone pilgrimage now finds a home.
Among the mossy oaks now coos the dove,
And the horse crow finds softer notes for love.
The foxes play around their dens, and bark
In joy's excess, mid woodland shadows dark.
The flowers join lips below; the leaves above;
And every sound that meets the ear is Love.
John Clare (1793-1864)
Thank you for calling in, the welcome mat will be left at the door. Take care folks, keep well and be happy.
11 April 2006
It was early morning, around 7am, when glancing out of the window, I witnessed a delightful sight: A family of Greenfinches, fluttering in the still bare boughs of my apple tree. It's raw, snow has fallen in the past few days, hail storms wreaked havoc and Jack Frost has been keeping a nightly vigil. Despite the weather, this happy, colourful, little band of Greenfinches were enjoying a family outing. The first fledglings of the year.
Often I had gone this way before:
But now it seemed I never could be
And never had been anywhere else;
'Twas home, one nationality
We had, I and the birds that sang,
One memory....
(from Home by Edward Thomas 1878-1917)
Back to the subject of hail storms, we drove into an horrendous one on Sunday. Only minutes before, we had been parked on the verge of a delightful and scenic country lane. Sunshine poured into the car, as we sat and ate our lunch of sandwiches and bananas, washed down with a cup of strong coffee; followed by a welcome cigarette and a read of the local rag. It had been so relaxing, but it was time to hit the road home. Looking into the interior mirror, as I pulled away, the sky behind us had turned to the colour of ink. Just a couple miles on, the inky skies caught up with us and the heavens opened. As huge hailstones smashed into the car, we heard what sounded like a gunshot......a large hailstone had cracked the car windscreen! I'm still waiting for Autoglass to come and fix it, they were coming today, but it's been raining cats and dogs and the car is on the driveway. It needs to be dry, when the new windscreen is put in, otherwise the glue doesn't set and the new screen would likely blow out!
The bluebells with the grasses mingle;
But soon their azure will be scrolled,
Upon the primrose cloth-of-gold.
Yes, those are early lady-smocks,
The children crumple in their frocks,
And carry many a zig-zag mile,
O'er meadow, footpath, gate and stile;
To stick in pots and jugs to dress
Their cottage sills and lattices.....
(from A Defence of English Spring by Robert Bridges (1844-1930)
Updates from the geriatric ward:
Hubby is much improved, his confusion less (probably 'cause I aint bin nagging 'im so much!) Me? I be ready for the knackers yard: Still have that dratted bursa on me elbow and since this mornin' I be 'aving a job standing and walking - I got pain in me groin and leg. Sore lumps under me arm are nothing to the pain in me neck though; given to me by folks who were going to wave wands and actually get me some 'elp and support wiv hubby. Looks like I be back to square one, as they 'ave done nothing, 'cept chops about it and push the whole issue back onto my shoulders. The National Health Service be a disgrace to the Nation. The local Mental Health Team seem to be giving 'emselves a permanent holiday - trouble at the mill, so I bin informed. No support at all for hubby now, so it seems.
Our daughter's turned up trumps though. She's coming over on a reg'lar basis to change bed linen and keep the upstairs cleaned. I'm so thankful to her, but feel guilty, 'aving to admit I can't cope with the physical work. If I was a dog they 'ud put me down and give everyone a break; as I aint, yer'll 'ave ter put up wiv me moans and groans occasionally. Promise not to lose me humour though - am takin that ter 'eaven wiv me, when the time comes. 'Ere's me epitaph, for those of you who haven't read it afore: "Here lies a poet, no blood in 'er veins; Please? - cover the grave, whenever it rains!"
Time to go and check the "minced beef special", that's simmering on the hob; put the kettle on for a cuppa and stop hubby's snoring! Take care folks, thanks for dropping in; there's always a welcome on the mat and time for a natter at my place.
20 May 2006
Natural Magic
Think of the beauty that nature empowers:
Carpets of bluebells under green leafy bowers,
Clumps of wild primrose from thickets they peep,
The wonder of snowdrops when nature's asleep.
Down by the river, as a swan glides along,
Hear the sweet music of a nightingales song;
Catch sight of a fallow deer, as it is stood,
On tracks made by badgers, deep in the wood.
Banks of sweet violets where rabbits abound;
A coppice of hazel where nuts can be found.
Meadows of cowslips and daisies in Spring;
Autumn the mushrooms in a fairy-like ring.
Hedges of elderflower, hawthorn and rose;
Later the blackberries, crab apples and sloes.
Spruce, pine and fir in their evergreen cloak;
Trees of horse chestnut, beech, lime and oak.
Homes for the slow worm beneath a big log;
Dewponds of lillies with pads for the frog.
Heartsease and heather are the butterflies seat,
There's a world full of magic - just under your feet.
(C) Copyright Sylvia Boiling 2006
Sylvia, rest in peace.
31 March 2006
Fresh Shoots From The Earth & New Beginnings
Oh Dear!.........what can the matter be?
I deleted me "Jottings"........oh what a Saturday!
Sitting here blindly.........without any spectacles;
(They were hidin' in one of the bathroom receptacles);
Bored out of me brain..........what brain you may ask?
Decided in me wisdom to get on wiv a task:
If I deleted an odd entry, with lots of rubbishy pics,
I'd gain FTP space - for "Jottings from the Sticks".
Squintin' at edit buttons - nose to the screen,
Suddenly I realised and let out a scream!!
The entry deleted, along wiv journal as well;
This was the ultimate AOL hell!
Had ter blame someone - I can't be that daft?
If I hadn't a cried - I think I'd 'ave laughed.
Just as everyfing was looking far less than rosy,
'Twas then I thought of - "Ye Olde English Posy".
Although this is a new journal, I'm still the same old me, and would like Ye Olde English Posy, to remain on much the same lines as my dear departed "Jottings". Welcome back folks.
Where's Spring? I took the above pic [deleted, ADB] Tuesday morning, on a little jaunt around the country lanes. It was a biting wind and trying to snow as I got back into the car. The lack of fresh green shoots and early Spring flowers, has turned March into a dreary drudge. Roll on April, Easter, and hopefully that rare phenomenon, a few warm sunny days. When that happens, housework will become a swear word here, and I'll take off with the camera to capture Nature's awakening.
My Posy for Mother's Day
There's a lovely custom inmy village, dating back many years: All the mums and grandmums in the parish receive a small posy, which are arranged by members of the church congregation.
Changes are afoot, which I'm very anxious about. Caring for hubby has finally taken too much of a toll on my own health. On Wednesday I made the difficult decision to ask for help, and to hand over some of the responsibilty, of hubby's care, to others. I will always remain his carer, wouldn't have it any other way; but the situation here must change - for both our sakes. I don't know what those changes will involve, until a meeting has been set up with the appropriate people. It's very hard letting go, but I truly have no choice.
The Spring comes in with all her hues and smells,
In freshness breathing over hills and dells;
O'er woods where May her gorgeous drapery flings,
And meads washed fragrant by their laughing springs.
Fresh are new opened flowers, untouched and free
From the bold rifling of the amorous bee.
The happy time of singing birds has come,
And Love's lone pilgrimage now finds a home.
Among the mossy oaks now coos the dove,
And the horse crow finds softer notes for love.
The foxes play around their dens, and bark
In joy's excess, mid woodland shadows dark.
The flowers join lips below; the leaves above;
And every sound that meets the ear is Love.
John Clare (1793-1864)
Thank you for calling in, the welcome mat will be left at the door. Take care folks, keep well and be happy.
11 April 2006
It was early morning, around 7am, when glancing out of the window, I witnessed a delightful sight: A family of Greenfinches, fluttering in the still bare boughs of my apple tree. It's raw, snow has fallen in the past few days, hail storms wreaked havoc and Jack Frost has been keeping a nightly vigil. Despite the weather, this happy, colourful, little band of Greenfinches were enjoying a family outing. The first fledglings of the year.
Often I had gone this way before:
But now it seemed I never could be
And never had been anywhere else;
'Twas home, one nationality
We had, I and the birds that sang,
One memory....
(from Home by Edward Thomas 1878-1917)
Back to the subject of hail storms, we drove into an horrendous one on Sunday. Only minutes before, we had been parked on the verge of a delightful and scenic country lane. Sunshine poured into the car, as we sat and ate our lunch of sandwiches and bananas, washed down with a cup of strong coffee; followed by a welcome cigarette and a read of the local rag. It had been so relaxing, but it was time to hit the road home. Looking into the interior mirror, as I pulled away, the sky behind us had turned to the colour of ink. Just a couple miles on, the inky skies caught up with us and the heavens opened. As huge hailstones smashed into the car, we heard what sounded like a gunshot......a large hailstone had cracked the car windscreen! I'm still waiting for Autoglass to come and fix it, they were coming today, but it's been raining cats and dogs and the car is on the driveway. It needs to be dry, when the new windscreen is put in, otherwise the glue doesn't set and the new screen would likely blow out!
The bluebells with the grasses mingle;
But soon their azure will be scrolled,
Upon the primrose cloth-of-gold.
Yes, those are early lady-smocks,
The children crumple in their frocks,
And carry many a zig-zag mile,
O'er meadow, footpath, gate and stile;
To stick in pots and jugs to dress
Their cottage sills and lattices.....
(from A Defence of English Spring by Robert Bridges (1844-1930)
Updates from the geriatric ward:
Hubby is much improved, his confusion less (probably 'cause I aint bin nagging 'im so much!) Me? I be ready for the knackers yard: Still have that dratted bursa on me elbow and since this mornin' I be 'aving a job standing and walking - I got pain in me groin and leg. Sore lumps under me arm are nothing to the pain in me neck though; given to me by folks who were going to wave wands and actually get me some 'elp and support wiv hubby. Looks like I be back to square one, as they 'ave done nothing, 'cept chops about it and push the whole issue back onto my shoulders. The National Health Service be a disgrace to the Nation. The local Mental Health Team seem to be giving 'emselves a permanent holiday - trouble at the mill, so I bin informed. No support at all for hubby now, so it seems.
Our daughter's turned up trumps though. She's coming over on a reg'lar basis to change bed linen and keep the upstairs cleaned. I'm so thankful to her, but feel guilty, 'aving to admit I can't cope with the physical work. If I was a dog they 'ud put me down and give everyone a break; as I aint, yer'll 'ave ter put up wiv me moans and groans occasionally. Promise not to lose me humour though - am takin that ter 'eaven wiv me, when the time comes. 'Ere's me epitaph, for those of you who haven't read it afore: "Here lies a poet, no blood in 'er veins; Please? - cover the grave, whenever it rains!"
Time to go and check the "minced beef special", that's simmering on the hob; put the kettle on for a cuppa and stop hubby's snoring! Take care folks, thanks for dropping in; there's always a welcome on the mat and time for a natter at my place.
20 May 2006
Natural Magic
Think of the beauty that nature empowers:
Carpets of bluebells under green leafy bowers,
Clumps of wild primrose from thickets they peep,
The wonder of snowdrops when nature's asleep.
Down by the river, as a swan glides along,
Hear the sweet music of a nightingales song;
Catch sight of a fallow deer, as it is stood,
On tracks made by badgers, deep in the wood.
Banks of sweet violets where rabbits abound;
A coppice of hazel where nuts can be found.
Meadows of cowslips and daisies in Spring;
Autumn the mushrooms in a fairy-like ring.
Hedges of elderflower, hawthorn and rose;
Later the blackberries, crab apples and sloes.
Spruce, pine and fir in their evergreen cloak;
Trees of horse chestnut, beech, lime and oak.
Homes for the slow worm beneath a big log;
Dewponds of lillies with pads for the frog.
Heartsease and heather are the butterflies seat,
There's a world full of magic - just under your feet.
(C) Copyright Sylvia Boiling 2006
Sylvia Boiling
I heard that sad news only tonight that Sylvia Boiling had passed away.
She had a very popular journal on J-Land for around three years, maybe more. Her blog was Ye Old English Posy. She posted beautiful photographs and tales about the area she lived in accompanied by poems.
Sylvia had a very sick husband and was constantly worried about him and was under a great deal of stress over him although sick herself.
She never got the chance to come over to Blogger as she passed away on the 2nd May. I did wonder why she had stopped writing on her journal and now, sadly, we know why. I feel guilty that when Guido was asking for dormant blogs to be brought over to blogger, I never thought of hers. I am very sad about it because now it has been lost forever.
I do not possess a photograph of her to post on the sidebar. If anyone does, perhaps they would be kind enough to send it to me.
This was passed on to me - it was contained in an e-mail from Joan who had got this information from Cathy
She had a very popular journal on J-Land for around three years, maybe more. Her blog was Ye Old English Posy. She posted beautiful photographs and tales about the area she lived in accompanied by poems.
Sylvia had a very sick husband and was constantly worried about him and was under a great deal of stress over him although sick herself.
She never got the chance to come over to Blogger as she passed away on the 2nd May. I did wonder why she had stopped writing on her journal and now, sadly, we know why. I feel guilty that when Guido was asking for dormant blogs to be brought over to blogger, I never thought of hers. I am very sad about it because now it has been lost forever.
I do not possess a photograph of her to post on the sidebar. If anyone does, perhaps they would be kind enough to send it to me.
This was passed on to me - it was contained in an e-mail from Joan who had got this information from Cathy
We were all saddened by the sad news that Sylvia Boiling had passed away last week.Sylvia was a bright, articulate, kind and enthusiastic carer whose devotion to husband Ron was an inspiration to us all.She contributed significantly from the earliest days to North Bucks Carers; the newsletters often published her funny, witty and sometimes poignant poems that were so enjoyed by our members.Despite her own sometimes fragile health, she was a tower of strength to her family and other carers, always ready with infectious good humour to lift the mood.Our thoughts go out to her son and daughter at this sad time.
Rest in peace, Sylvia. God bless.
Thursday, 9 October 2008
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Remembering
I have now added the memorial quilts. I hope to put the photos on in the future but it will all take time. At least our friends are now at Blogger with us. My only regret is that we can no longer return to their journals to read. The links are obviously lost as, after the end of the month, they will no longer exist. But they will always be in our hearts. We may not be able to access their writings anymore but their memories will remain. God bless them all.
If you have some memory that you would like to post here, please email me and I will add you as a co-author. I wish I could make this blog open to everyone but we do not have that option.
If you have some memory that you would like to post here, please email me and I will add you as a co-author. I wish I could make this blog open to everyone but we do not have that option.
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