I wish you Health…
So you may enjoy each day in comfort.
I wish you the Love of friends and family…
And Peace within your heart.
I wish you the Beauty of nature…
That you may enjoy the work of God.
I wish you Wisdom to choose priorities…
For those things that really matter in life.
I wish you Generosity so you may share…
All good things that come to you.
I wish you Happiness and Joy…
And Blessings for the New Year.
I wish you the best of everything…
That you so well deserve.
Brittany Murphy, born November 10, 1977, in Atlanta, GA, landed her first ongoing television role when she was 13 years old, playing Wendy in the sitcom, Blossom. She went on to act in Sister, Sister, Party of Five, Boy Meets World, and Nash Bridges, among other shows. Her screen credits include, Clueless, Drive, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Girl, Interrupted, Don’t Say a Word, Riding in Cars With Boys, 8 Mile, Just Married, Uptown Girls, Love and Other Disasters and The Ramen Girl. Murphy also provided the voice for sex-kitten Luanne, in the animated Fox series, King of the Hill and she spoke the role of Gloria in Happy Feet.
On December 20, 2009, Murphy died suddenly after going into cardiac arrest. At the time of her death, she had several films in post-production, yet to be released
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat’ry noon)
Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,
Each secret fishy hope or fear.
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
This life cannot be All, they swear,
For how unpleasant, if it were!
One may not doubt that, somehow, Good
Shall come of Water and of Mud;
And, sure, the reverent eye must see
A Purpose in Liquidity.
We darkly know, by Faith we cry,
The future is not Wholly Dry.
Mud unto mud!—Death eddies near—
Not here the appointed End, not here!
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
Is wetter water, slimier slime!
And there (they trust) there swimmeth One
Who swam ere rivers were begun,
Immense, of fishy form and mind,
Squamous, omnipotent, and kind;
And under that Almighty Fin,
The littlest fish may enter in.
Oh! never fly conceals a hook,
Fish say, in the Eternal Brook,
But more than mundane weeds are there,
And mud, celestially fair;
Fat caterpillars drift around,
And Paradisal grubs are found;
Unfading moths, immortal flies,
And the worm that never dies.
And in that heaven of all their wish,
There shall be no more land, say fish.
by Rupert Brooke
I miss You like the air that i breathe…