Kristy Lee Couzner

Kristy Lee Couzner was born at Port Pirrie Hospital. In Australia at 5.00pm on Thursday July 03, 1980. Flew to Heaven on Friday November 27th 2015. At FMC due to the Epilepsy that led to her passing. Kristy was a beautiful miracle before birth and from birth. After the loss of a big sister Christine through stillbirth. And the loss of a brother Bruce through stillbirth. Kristy was born a battler who battled a medical condition called Epilepsy since childhood. So she could remain on earth for 35 years. Touching the hearts of those who cherished her. And giving life, to her beautiful children who are apart of her and apart of her mother. A beautiful connection Kristy has with her Daughter Skye. Is that Kristy's Daughter Skye was born in the same Hospital her Mother Kristy was born at. Port Pirrie Hospital.

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You battled an unforgiving life with great courage of that of great rays of the suns flames. Dear gorgeous Kristy. Dont worry honey always in my heart and soul. “Alone” BY EDGAR ALLAN POE From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
Sylvie
9th June 2019
Our Star Kristy Lee Couzner Of the thousands of stars we saw last night , One stood out , so clear, so bright, It was twinkling happily, in heaven above It was out of reach, but it inspired love, We wondered what that star could see ? Could it see us standing, looking up at thee? Has it seen the past, does it know what is coming ? Does it see our pain? Does it know our longing? It sits up there , night after night As life marches on, be it for wrong or for right. Then a silently drifting cloud came by, And hid our star, concealing it from our eyes. Our star was gone, no more to see, But we knew it was there, and it will always be , Just because something cannot be seen, Does not mean it cannot exist.. or has never been,
Sylvie
8th December 2018
Song by Christina Rossetti When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. On Parting by William Jay Smith Time that is recorded is not now, Now when the train is leaving, and the clock Is hooded in the distance, when the heart cries: How Can you be leaving, for there is no time? Some delight in the journey, in the crossing Of accepted boundaries; you go Knowing you love what's left, yourself, your loss Of― knowing the wheels will say, You do not know. Rain is falling, and there is no rest. Where are there tears enough to drown the sun? Love also dies; the dead have loved you best: Look for them there in the dark where the rails run. Acquainted With The Night by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-by; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. Song from Ælla: Under the Willow Tree, or, Minstrel's Roundelay by Thomas Chatterton See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter is my true-love's shroud: Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud:
Sylvie
23rd November 2017
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