kmurphy165
Oct 1st, 2007, 12:06 pm
I once read a book in which missionary pilots described flying on top of clouds and slowly descending into the cloud base. They would watch the airplanes shadow slowly resolve from the silhouette of an airplane into a halo like effervesance just before the airplane met the cloud and dipped into it. In the places these brave and faith-full pilots flew, there would be few if not nonexistence electronic aids to navigation and so, descending into a cloud from on-top took courage, abiding faith and much confidence. They called it Flying Into The Glory. I tried to think of something to compare to how I, a nonchristian, skeptic, cantakerous old ne'er-do-well curmudgeon could describe the impact of Connie Fitch and from out of nowhere came the image of Connie on Ali heading off leading the ride into the mist and into the Glory as it where. Just envisioning that sight chokes me up and I had met the lady for just a moment in the hall at Chateau Elan. But to me, this image drawn from that small book I read many years ago best exemplifies Connie.
One last thing, my heart and my deepest condolences go out to Connie's husband, Graham. I very much know what it is to lose your soul mate and the mother of your child. I understand beyond words how devastating it can be. When it seems that no one else understands or cares or trivializes how it feels, I will be there in spirit if nothing else and I will know and I will understand. Let us all hold Graham and Cirstan in our hearts and not let time and distance leave them behind us.
I left the following on the guest book page for the funeral home's web site:
I met Connie in person for the first time for only a few minutes in the hotel hall at Chateau Elan located in Brazelton Georgia during the Curve Cowboy Renuion 2006. But I already knew who she was from her most gracious and warm postings on the BMWLT.COM forums. It is with the deepest regret that I thought there would be other times to be with Connie longer than on that day in those few brief moments when she looked tired and was headed to her room to rest.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine;
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion,
et tibi reddetur votum in Ierusalem.
Exaudi orationem meam;
ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine;
et lux perpetuam luceat eis.
Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
One last thing, my heart and my deepest condolences go out to Connie's husband, Graham. I very much know what it is to lose your soul mate and the mother of your child. I understand beyond words how devastating it can be. When it seems that no one else understands or cares or trivializes how it feels, I will be there in spirit if nothing else and I will know and I will understand. Let us all hold Graham and Cirstan in our hearts and not let time and distance leave them behind us.
I left the following on the guest book page for the funeral home's web site:
I met Connie in person for the first time for only a few minutes in the hotel hall at Chateau Elan located in Brazelton Georgia during the Curve Cowboy Renuion 2006. But I already knew who she was from her most gracious and warm postings on the BMWLT.COM forums. It is with the deepest regret that I thought there would be other times to be with Connie longer than on that day in those few brief moments when she looked tired and was headed to her room to rest.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine;
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion,
et tibi reddetur votum in Ierusalem.
Exaudi orationem meam;
ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine;
et lux perpetuam luceat eis.
Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.