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Bobbie KayE Gledhill

"Oh, for it would be a pity

To o'erpraise her or to flout her:

She was wild, and sweet, and witty --

Let's not say dull things about her."

Epitaphium Citharistriae

Victor Plarr

Image of Bobbie Gledhill, being looked at by a group of nuns, as she walks past, in a mini-skirt
Flowers from Bobbie Gledhill's house - a photo that she took

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti

1830 –1894

Bobbie Kaye Gledhill never wanted a funeral, or a grave, a permanent marker of her existence on Earth, or a place for people to come an pay homage. But she left an indelible mark on everyone who came into contact with her.

This site resides as a place to store our memories of her, and to celebrate her life.

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