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Memories and Condolences
for Patrick Neverson
Julie Mader Heartland Hospice
October 6, 2008
Our thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.
Barbara Peters Tyree
October 3, 2008
You, the family, have our sympathy in the loss of Pat. We will speak with you all soon.
Barbara Peters Tyree and
Kevin Tyree and Derrick Tyree. Grandchildren: Jordan, Kira and Jaylen Tyree. Much Love Always
October 3, 2008
God is My Anchor
Truly, in these stormy days of life, as tho drifting out to sea,
God sent my loving Savior to ever be an anchor for me.
In the storms of life, in all the winds or desert drought,
My Savior is there, with a helping hand. I know, without a doubt.
He keeps me in all safety, when I sometimes go astray.
He keeps my ship afloat, safely leads me into the bay.
Some days, as I feel I'm sinking, tho I try hard not to be,
He always propels my heart and soul away from danger, alee.
When the waves are bearing down upon me, in this stormy sea,
My Lord will ever be there. I belong to Him, you see.
Since His Holy Spirit, lead me to the altar ('twas so sweet to know),
From coast to coast or from sea to sea, He will always with me go.
So, if you are sinking and in danger, and your heart is full of fear,
Turn over your life to Jesus. He will always keep you near.
He will ever guide you. In your heart, you'll feel His love
So abounding, so joyful, you'll know it's from above.
Let Him be your Anchor. May He guide you o'er the stormy sea
And, in this life, know the blessings - all that life can be.
As the stars glisten in the night and the moon does glow,
Through this life and forever Jesus with you will go.
JENNIFER AND PRESTON
October 3, 2008
In My Pocket
I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.
My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.
They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.
Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.
But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.
Be Still
Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.
Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.
If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.
Warm Summer Sun
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
By Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
The Poetry Foundation
Music, when soft voices die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation
Remember
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 plann'd:
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.
By Christina Rossetti
The Poetry Foundation
Nature
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Poetry Foundation
Death, be not proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
By John Donne
The Poetry Foundation
A Reminiscence
YES, thou art gone! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;
But I may pass the old church door,
And pace the floor that covers thee.
May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.
Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.
By Anne Bronte
The Poetry Foundation
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Poetry Foundation
When I am dead, my dearest
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
By Christina Rossetti
The Poetry Foundation
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, ""I welcome you.""
It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......""My day was not in vain.""
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.
Battinto Batts
October 2, 2008
To Helen & Family:
With Deepest Sympathy in the Loss of Your Loved One
LaVerle Talley
October 1, 2008
To The Neverson Family,
Uncle Pat will be missed in Cool Springs. He was a kind man. I know that Talley Avenue will miss him. I remember when my daughter, Destiny would come over and play the piano with Aunt Annie Belle.
May God Bless you and your family during your time of loss.
Dian and Johnnie Smith
October 1, 2008
May God comfort you and your family during this moment of sorrow.
FRED & JEAN DILLARD
October 1, 2008
Celebrating a life well lived. We will cherish the memories forever.
paula
October 1, 2008
The road is rough and rocky
The days pass quickly by
Though trials may befall me
I dare not ask thee why
My eyes stay tightly focused
Upon the Great I Am
I know You'll be beside me
And guide me as a lamb
At times I'm weak and trembling
I fall beneath the load
You take my hand so gently
And in Your arms enfold
No snares shall e'er befall me
Nor thief shall steal away
The promises You gave me
Sustain me day by day
Your love fills me with hope, Lord
I sense your presence sweet
I rest now in your bosom
And know your perfect peace
PAT
October 1, 2008
In tears I saw you sinking,
I watched you fade away.
You suffered much in silence,
you fought so hard to stay.
You faced your task with courage.
Your spirit did not bend,
and still you kept on fighting until the very end.
God saw you getting tired.
When a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you and whispered "come to me".
So when I saw you sleeping So peaceful, free from pain.
I could not wish you back
to suffer that again.
CORA BLANKS
October 1, 2008
In My Pocket
I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.
My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.
They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.
Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.
But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.
Be Still
Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.
Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.
If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.
Warm Summer Sun
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
By Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
The Poetry Foundation
Music, when soft voices die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation
Remember
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 plann'd:
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.
By Christina Rossetti
The Poetry Foundation
Nature
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Poetry Foundation
Death, be not proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
By John Donne
The Poetry Foundation
A Reminiscence
YES, thou art gone! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;
But I may pass the old church door,
And pace the floor that covers thee.
May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.
Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.
By Anne Bronte
The Poetry Foundation
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Poetry Foundation
When I am dead, my dearest
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
By Christina Rossetti
The Poetry Foundation
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, ""I welcome you.""
It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......""My day was not in vain.""
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.
MARY LEWIS
October 1, 2008
The other day God called you home
To live with Him above.
He said, “It’s time my precious child
To feel my arms of love”.
He opened up the pearly gates
And ushered you inside.
Then smiled at you and welcomed you
With His arms open wide.
I can only imagine what Heaven's like
But I’m sure you stood in awe.
I can picture you in Jesus arms
Just taking in it all.
I know you longed to be with Him
To see His gentle face.
To look into His loving eyes
And feel His sweet embrace.
I’m sure you fell upon your knees
And worshipped at his feet.
Then joined the choir singing songs
And melodies so sweet.
You lived your life down here on earth
By serving God above.
And now you’ll spend eternity
Singing Him songs of love.
Oh how you loved Him all your days,
You gave Him your whole life.
Your love for Jesus shone so bright
Even in times of strife.
You shared His love by how you lived
You gave him everything.
And I can hear Him say, “Well done”,
For living for the King.
Thank you for your faithfulness
For trusting in the Lord.
For all the times you prayed for me
You deserve His best reward.
I know each day you said a prayer
for family and each friend.
And I know that you were faithful
and prayed until the end.
I know you’re up in heaven now,
your face I cannot see.
But all those precious memories
will always stay with me.
I knew someday you’d leave this earth
and live with God above.
But I will keep you in my heart
and think of you with love.
Heaven was waiting
Heaven had it written
And JESUS on His throne
Sweetly whispered out your name
It is time to call you home
All of heaven stood
As Jesus met you at the gate
Angels blew their trumpets
No longer was there WAIT
And LOVE in all His fullness
Was standing by your side
As He gently put your hand in His
Said ,Child, let us go inside
For heavens been preparing
A place made just for you
Your life is truly just begun
Though your life on earth is through
You are with me now forever
Since you have called me SAVIOR - friend
This is now where you will live
A life that has no end
On earth, there are those that miss you
Your face they long to see
One day I will wipe away their tears
For all eternity!
Today I touched an Angel and it made my soul want to fly
As he came down to me I could see the love of GOD in his eyes
He said JESUS is calling now it is time for you to go home
As he put his hand in my hand
every burden I had was gone
JESUS sent an Angel
To take me to my home above
all about me there is Jesus’ Light Of Love
My soul is happy and free
Oh how beautiful it is to me
I know in my spirit as God speaks to me that my spirit is soon to be free.
Shed not one tear for me for I am I long to be.
A more glorious sound there will never be than ten thousand Angels blowing their trumpets to receive me.
Amore Glorious sight never to be seen as I bow before my Lord, falling upon my knees as I look on the glory of God.
I will know that I am home when I see his love shining on me.
The feeling of security and peace I will receive as I embrace my savior on my first day.
I have longed for this so long, so I say again shed not one tear for me for I am were I long to be.
And here I will be waiting till that day I watch as God receives thee as He has received me.
Once I pass away, please don't ruin my memory
By feeling sorry for me...
My beautiful family, I assure you that
I am present with the Lord
While I was still here on this earth,
I made preparations, you see-
I did what it took to see Jesus face to face...
I accepted Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior
Of my life
Now . . . I've got a date with Jesus
I'm meeting Him face to face
My, my, my--Lordhammercy...
Heaven is a lovely place and
I'm happy here, because at last,
I made it home to the arms of Jesus
My beautiful family, you don't have to worry
Because now Jesus is taking care of me-
I am safe and secure, because I'm in the
Presence of the Lord...
If anything, you should envy me-
Now that I've passed away, because
My dear family, I am experiencing all
The promises of God...
And sorrow has no place in my heart
My precious family, if you only knew
What lies in store for you-
You would take the time to
Make preparations too
Accept Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior
Of your life right now, and just like me-
Once you pass away, you, too, can see Him
Face to face in glory
Amen!
I am looking forward to a brand new day
One so bright and clear
This day I'm looking forward to
I pray is very near
For on this day we'll take our steps
Into a brand new land
A place where our dear loved ones wait
To run and take our hand
They have a precious story to tell
Many wonders they can show
For our King reigns in this new land
And oh I long to go.
Just think, can you just imagine?
The happy moments we will share
They say there are no tears in heaven,
such happiness can we bare?
Think now of the golden streets
Knowing that we shall see
The King of Kings upon His throne
And the angels on bended knees
When pondering this moment ahead
The chills run deep inside
With the vision of our mighty Lord
and a home with Him reside
Why my precious Loving Lord
Would allow me to enter in
Is way beyond my understanding?
My heart is free with Him
That loving grace and merciful Love
Shown deep down in my heart
He called my name, I heard his voice
Right then my sins departs
Oh joyous day we soon shall see
I pray you know my Lord
For until the day he calls our name
Our first steps I'm longing for!
Grace Davis-Todd
October 1, 2008
To Mrs. Shands and Family,
My condolences to you in the loss of your Father. May God comfort you in these times.
Carmina Brown
September 29, 2008
GOD HAS CALLED YOU HOME AND SAVED A SEAT FOR YOU IN HEAVEN TO A SWEET AND LOVABLE MAN THAT'S ALWAYS KEEP YOU LAUGH . LOVE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. YOUR GREAT NIECE MINA & FAMILY
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