Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail, 'There's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
"You can really have notion How delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, With the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!" And gave a look askance - Said he thanked the whiting kindly, But he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, Could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, Could not, could not join the dance.
"What matters it how far we go?" His scaly friend replied, "There is another shore, you know, Upon the other side. The further off from England The nearer is to France - Then turn not pale, beloved snail, But come and join the dance. Will you, won't you, will you, Won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, Won't you, won't you join the dance?
Goodbye, my friend. Happy trails until we meet again.
Goodbye, Alabama. It seems so strange and modern to say this, but without ever meeting you face to face, you have had a profound effect on my life. You will be missed dearly.
I hope that your blog, into which you put so much time and love, will stay on for a very long time.
I just wanted to say goodbye to someone who inspired me to get back to my art passion, to not be afraid of reaching out to the world, and that being a mommy didn't have to mean losing track of myself. Small things that Amanda said to me had a big impact. Goodbye, Ms Pink.
To her family: I'm so very sorry for your loss.
I'm but one of hundreds of those web-friends she may have never met in person, but who are missing her too. I hope that at some point, knowing this will bring some joy to you and your son.
I don't know what to write. While her family has suffered the greatest loss, Amanda's voice will be missed by many people. We were lucky to have known her.
Looking back on the memory of The dance we shared beneath the stars above For a moment all the world was right How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd of had to miss the dance Holding you I held everything For a moment wasn't I the king But if I'd only known how the king would fall Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd of had to miss the dance Yes my life is better left to chance I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance
Rest in peace, Amanda. I followed your blog from finding out the diagnosis from Pajiba, I wish I'd commented before now. Your strength, and your damn good sense of humour was truly inspiring. My heart goes out to those left behind. x
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Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail,
'There's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
"You can really have notion
How delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us,
With the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!"
And gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly,
But he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not,
Could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not,
Could not, could not join the dance.
"What matters it how far we go?"
His scaly friend replied,
"There is another shore, you know,
Upon the other side.
The further off from England
The nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail,
But come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you, will you,
Won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you,
Won't you, won't you join the dance?
Goodbye, my friend. Happy trails until we meet again.
You've fought enough, Manda. Rest now, and let us take on the fight.
You will be missed and remembered.
Bama, you'll be missed by all of us.
We love you, and you will be missed.
Rest peacefully, sweet lady.
Goodbye, Alabama. It seems so strange and modern to say this, but without ever meeting you face to face, you have had a profound effect on my life. You will be missed dearly.
I hope that your blog, into which you put so much time and love, will stay on for a very long time.
-Toph
Rest in Peace, Amanda. I will miss your sense of humor and the courage in which you fought this illness.You inspired many.
Jadine
God bless to Amanda's family. Rest in peace, Amanda.
RIP, Amanda. Your family and friends are in my thoughts and prayers. XOXO
Rest in peace, Amanda. You will be missed and remembered. xo
I just wanted to say goodbye to someone who inspired me to get back to my art passion, to not be afraid of reaching out to the world, and that being a mommy didn't have to mean losing track of myself. Small things that Amanda said to me had a big impact. Goodbye, Ms Pink.
To her family: I'm so very sorry for your loss.
I'm but one of hundreds of those web-friends she may have never met in person, but who are missing her too. I hope that at some point, knowing this will bring some joy to you and your son.
Rest in peace, Amanda. My thoughts and prayers are with your family.
You will be missed. Your lovely boys, your family, and all of your friends are in my thoughts and prayers tonight.
Rest in peace Amanda, I hope this outpouring of love and admiration brings some small measure of peace to your loved ones.
I wish there were any words now, but the time for talk is over. You'll always be in my thoughts Manda.
It is the worst of news, the worst of times. I can only think of you, and wish your family the best. We all miss you and love you and...
... I can't say anymore. It's just too hard.
RIP Manda. You were so strong, and fought so hard, and will remain an inspiration.
My loving thoughts go out to your family and friends.
You will be missed.
I don't know what to write. While her family has suffered the greatest loss,
Amanda's voice will be missed by many people. We were lucky to have known her.
Rest in Peace, Amanda.
Know that your life touched people from all parts of the globe.
--Rach
We never met, but your words and inspiration touched me deeply...
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared beneath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I the king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance
Love you and Miss you, 'bama
Goodbye, Amanda. We'll all remember you fondly.
I am so sorry and so sad...
My favorite writer said that the effects of a life are incalculably diffusive. I think they are. Peace and solace to your family.
Sorrow and tears from a stranger to you and your family Manda. Rest peacefully...
Rest in peace, Amanda. My best to your family and friends.
Rest in peace, Amanda. I followed your blog from finding out the diagnosis from Pajiba, I wish I'd commented before now. Your strength, and your damn good sense of humour was truly inspiring. My heart goes out to those left behind. x
So sorry, Big A and Little A. So incredibly sorry.
You were stonger than we all could have imagined. My love to you, and to your family.
Goodbye Manda.
Oh, no.
Words are not enough, but they're all we have.
Rest, sweet friend.
- Susan, Mothers With Cancer.org
Rest well, and rest easy.
To the survived A's; She was a warrior, and you were her armor. I hope now, these words from all of us, can be your weapons against the hurt.
Just saw the beautiful service held in Manda's honour. Godspeed, you crazy, wonderful warrior queen.
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