In Loving Memory Of CONSTANCE RUTH BERRY WILLIAMS Jan. 20, 1945-Oct. 2, 2003 Deep wet moss and cool blue shadows Beneath a bending fir, And the purple solitude of mountains, When only the dark owls stir– Oh, there will come a day, a twilight, When I shall sink to rest In deep wet moss and cool blue shadows Upon a mountain’s breast, And yield a body torn with passions, And bruised with earthly scars, To the cool oblivion of evening, Of solitude and stars. -Lew Sarett Mom, your loss was a travesty. We profoundly miss you- Robyn, Allyson, and Scott
Constance Williams
