And the ladies of the club....

.....(the Mah Jongg Club) gathered today at a local restaurant, Lai Lai, after the funeral of our dear friend

Rae Bordo

July 20, 1923

July 9, 2010

It seems that Rae was here one minute, and then gone in the blink of an eye. She loved her five daughters more than anything else in the world, but she made each of her many friends feel that she loved each one of us best. That is Rae's legacy - she had room in her heart for everyone.

We walked into St Helena's Church in a summer drenching downpour, and as we left the sun was out in full force. It seems as if Rae was telling us it's okay to be sad for a while, but we need to carry on, remembering the happiness she always shared with each of us.

Here's to you, Rae. You will live in my heart forever.

Jay Ford

1942-March 27, 2009

I MUST go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way,

where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

Sea Fever, by John Masefield

We will be toasting you, Jay, on April 19 at 3:30 PST. We miss you.