Life as an Extreme Sport

Thou Shalt Go On Thy Way, Calm and Serene

Marianne Christina Hills
June 3, 1954 – November 5, 2007

Om mani padme hum I bow to the jewel in the lotus
Om ami dewa hrih Diety of endless light
Om vajra sattva hum May you open the gates of samsara
A a ha sha sa ma And purify my mother’s life

Goodbye, Mommy.


  1. I wish I was with you to hold you. You and yours are in my heart.

    May you have the strength, grace, and peace you need.


  2. I don’t suppose the closure makes it feel any better. :\

    Peace and love to your family as you set about celebrating her life.

  3. In paradisum deducant te Angeli; in tuo adventu suscipiant te martyres, et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Ierusalem. Chorus angelorum te suscipiat, et cum Lazaro quondam paupere æternam habeas requiem.

    May angels lead you into Paradise; may the martyrs receive you at your coming and lead you to the holy city of Jerusalem. May a choir of angels receive you, and with Lazarus, who once was poor, may you have eternal rest.

  4. Sweetheart, my heart and my thoughts are with you. I wish there was something I could do for you and your family.

  5. Oh my–just catching up. My thoughts are with you and your family. Your mother was born the same year I was–this caught me off guard.

    You are in my thoughts.

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