Here it is! The big reveal! ➡️ Pastiche's surprise is ONE NIGHT ONLY Headbands of Hope - Exclusively for Girl's Night Out Event - benefiting Uniteforher.org!!! Featuring SOLD OUT and BRAND NEW SCARVES!!!! 10 % of Sales from these HOH exclusives will be donated to uniteforher.org!!!
Papa, Oh how I dearly miss you already and you’ve only been with your Maker for a few hours.
You may be gone from this earth, but you are Home. Exactly where you longed to be in the end of what I would call, “ one of the most fulfilling lives a man could live.” Did our Lord ever stop smiling at you ? I don’t believe so Papa. You are/were, always will be the epitome of a Godly, Heavenly servant, father, grandfather, great grandfather, husband.
So, as I must wait to see you again, I cannot be but happy for you to be at peace, warm, in the arms of the Magnificent One.
I love you.
Till we meet again Papa..... ♥️ #heaven#grandpa#papa#tillwemeetagain#imissyou#seeyousoon#iloveyou#thankyou#for#everything #💗 #2018#thursday
Another bittersweet moment for our Bistro team! Congratulations to our beloved Greek trio: Kitchen Manager, Andronikis, the lovely Sofia, and our favorite Bistro Pup, Amber who are moving to Washington, DC to pursue their careers! See you soon!
Though visually speaking 'The Raven' might be a better suited poem, yet the eerie familiarity of possibly being spirits of ancestors of those living in and around Swiss Alps, the Alpine Chough of Jungfraujoch reminded me of the following poem - 'Spirits of the Dead' by Edgar Allan Poe (published 1829)
Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
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