When great trees fall,
 rocks on distant hills shudder,
 lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
 and even elephants
lumber after safety When great trees fall
in forests,
 small things recoil into silence,
 their senses
eroded beyond fear 
 When great souls die,
 the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile.
 We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
 Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
 examines, gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
 them, takes leave of us.
 Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
 now shrink, wizened.
 Our minds, formed
and informed by their
 radiance,
fall away.
 We are not so much maddened
 as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves 
 And when great souls die,
 after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
 Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us They existed. They existed.
 We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed. When Great Trees Fall

 by Maya Angelou

Sending you all lots of love. Remembering Sandie’s strength, kindness and humour. It was always a joy to see Sandie’s face at Dance performances. Delighted and proud.

You will forever be part of our Welland family. We love you, miss you and honour your dignity, strength and grace.