Guest Book Entries
from The Seattle Times Obituary for Carol Lauer
This Guest Book remained online until November 18, 2003.
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Smile a little smile for me, Carol Marie,
From pain and heartbreak, you are now free.
He held out his hand and said "It's time for you to go."
The reasons are there, for only you to know.
I hear your laughter so loud and clear,
When I close my eyes, it's as if you were here.
We were best friends from then until now,
Wish I could tell you, but I don't know how.
"People are Strange" that was our song,
We'd sing it and laugh all night long.
You may be gone, but you'll never be far,
When I look to the sky, you're the brightest star.
From this crazy world, it was time for you to part,
You'll be forever remembered with a smile in my heart.
Carol Burnham-Diosdado (San Diego, CA )
November 8, 2003
cdios@cox.net
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Roxann Nolan (Oklahoma City, OK )
October 29, 2003
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It seems we had too little time to befriend such a wonderful
woman.
Glad we got to visit and and talk. You'll be missed!
Sarah, Jason and Kayden Mack (Wright, WY )
October 23, 2003
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Lepidoptera
The smallest moth, called a "leafminer",
drinks from a bendy straw on her chin,
breathes through her skin, tastes
with her feet.
This poem is not about her,
with fried cobweb hair floating out
from the halo of her cave woman face,
peering through the cracked door,
fish-eyed, tottering, bone chimes.
moth in the attic
come closely to the light
let me let you out
It is not about how she was
like water in my hand
as we stumbled down the stairs
one at a time.
I was a column to lean against,
she was something wild and dying.
This is not about the night the power was cut,
and no soft Christmas lights
lit the staircase railing,
the ones she liked to turn on every evening
even in March.
It is not about what the end will be,
or how they carried her away
to the salmon-brick walls on harbor hill.
It is about,
the moth is gone;
leaving powdery messages
on the window, one her four wings
unhooked and folded like a sheet.
***
(this is one of the poems from the
Moth Series written about Carol
during the time I knew her as the
most wonderful and devoted friend)
by T.L. Stokes
TL Stokes c2003
Terri (Snoqualmie, WA )
October 23, 2003
pongee7@yahoo.com
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How I miss you, Carol, my dear.
It takes my breath away a few times every day.
Part of me refuses to believe you are gone.
Love always, little cousin,
Valorie
Valorie Zimmerman (Black Diamond, WA )
October 23, 2003
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Carol was a very special person and a wonderful mother.
I thank God for the last six months as I got to know her.
I'll miss her "snorting laugh" and sharp wit.
The Port Club will never be the same!
Bob Zimmerman (Kent, WA )
October 22, 2003
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I miss Carol dearly, she was a wonderful sister.
Philip Grunke (Salem, OR )
October 21, 2003
pagrunke@gapac.com
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