And with the ebb of the tide she was gone,
receding into the pearly grey,
borne away on whitecapped waves.
The gulls, knowing her name as they do,
mourn her in whirling wingflight,
cries cliff-caught and returned on the wind.
Stella maris. Star of the sea.
Stella Thorne died as she lived - with grace, courage, beauty and faith. Her legacy of loving kindness is a bright star by which we might each chart our own course.
God speed you on your journey home, Nanny.
You will be sorely missed.
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