For Arlendale

“Plenty of life was born from the bottom of the dale. Old and new sprung from the grounds. None were abandoned and all were cared for down at the bottom of the dale. An ever open invitation granted. All were forgiven.

The little house that housed a woman so full of love and kindness, stood for seventy long years. Doors were open to all walks of life. An unending capacity for understanding, and bursting with care. All found at the bottom of the dale.

A warmth that healed all who entered, no matter the ailment. You walked out better than you stepped in, if only for coffee and conversation. Just stopping by or the point of the journey, no matter how you came to be at the bottom of the dale. The lovely little lady always opened her door.

Laughter always came from the home. Those borne from her filled it so. Even when silence crept through the rooms, she’d find a way to end it peacefully. Her voice was soothing to those who heard, and her words were understanding.

For seventy long years, she remained as a center point for many. Her home open to any, her love given to all. But now that lovely little lady, it’s about time she went home too.”