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"It is with great sadness, and yet tremendous honor that I convey that my friend and Navy Sister, CTMC Sharon Butler-Davison passed away this morning. If I said she'll be missed, it would be the biggest understatement ever made. She was as near a saint as I've ever known. She was my hero. If you ever had the fortune to meet her, you know why I feel as I do. If you did not, I am sorry for that missed opportunity.
She was a Queen" Melanie "Doc" Scott.
She was a Queen" Melanie "Doc" Scott.
Posted 4 y ago
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Posted 4 y ago
My prayers to all her surviving family and to all who knew and loved her. May y’all have the Peace and Comfort from our most Gracious Heavenly Father. I extend my heartfelt condolences to y’all. RIP Master Chief.
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Posted 4 y ago
When ever someone's True Love, or Hero dies, I am reminded of that Poem "Stop all the Clocks." It is read in the Funeral Scene in the movie : "Four Weddings and a Funeral." I feel the reading that man gave in the movie was one of the best reading of that Poem I have ever heard. I feel the same way the Poem explains about my Kathy and some others. Just change the pronoun- the meaning stays the same:
'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone'
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W H Auden
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'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone'
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W H Auden
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