Cathleen Marie Meadows

Cathy, she preferred Cath or Mum.

Cath, one of five, was uniquely blond haired and blue eyed amongst her siblings. The middle child of two little brothers since passed and two big sisters left to mourn. A single Mum who opened up a world of possibilities by filling her home with world philosophies and teachers.

A tiny cherub who grew into be a beautiful, powerful woman.

Cath had a quick wit and amazing eye, she was a gifted author, sculptor, photographer and artist and was very agile in the spiritual realm. When she spoke of such things, her face became serene, her voice calm, her words wise.

Cath was nourished by beauty, music and nature; so its no surprise she chose to live surrounded by it in Victoria BC, to be near the ocean, old growth, mountains and eagles.

Cath, may your spirit fly free and into the arms of your waiting loved ones, finally free, an Angel amongst the stars.

This is not goodbye, but good journey.

Till we meet again.

Your Family.

~~~~~

Heavens Softest Kiss

And now the nightfall muffles the world

Heron calls she waltzes by

Where dawn meets dusk, earth meets sky

Heaven’s softest kiss

Light Came streaking down

Cool satin mist so sweet

As eagles circled through

This day began so gently

God’s whisper brushed my cheek

The dawn, the fresh, the precious hue.

I raised my gaze and could not speak

And journeyed through sky archways

Oh and on the other side

No rush ’n rattle or run the day

Each flower and scent so grand

The symphony floats as a feather

Just come and take my hand

To heaven

-Cath Meadows