Today was a sad day, Wanda, as we think about Mom on the one year anniversary of her death. I hope you and she are together in eternity and that the two of you are reminiscing about your trip to the Grand Canyon!! Missing you...rest in peace. Love, Pat
A Salute From The Man Left Behind
In a town covered with snow, so far away
it was December 27, a cold, clear winter's day.
She left her family, mother and siblings behind, a big move to be sure,
embarking upon a new life journey, she could only hope would endure.
She had chosen to spend life with a man
who, being far from home, had few if any plans.
She grew with him , learning and making a home,
from which neither of them would ever want to roam.
Then with ample warning, they moved their young home,
clear across country, to a place she'd never known.
New friends were amassed, a church group joined,
several hobbies begun and a few contests won.
Alas there were children born to this loving pair,
three to be exact, each with all their fingers, and a full head of hair.
And now, the family is mature, departed, each going their own ways.
Sometimes she'd reflect on their "good ole school days".
She knew each child will repeat this life's journey, though none will be exact.
She gave them wisdom upon which she wanted them to act.
But then, her time was up, without completing all she intended,
to another family we believe she has ascended.
She left behind her family, including the man with which she lived so many years,
who thinks of her so much, and who remembers, often shedding tears.
She knew his love for her, as it only grew,
though sometimes taking him for granted, and sometimes, he did too.
How blessed that she could be here,
she kept him focused, steadfast, and held him dear.
And now time winds down for the ones left behind,
She gave them tools to accomplish their goals, all in due time.
Never forgotten, she's just gone from us,
this lady, from that faraway place, gave life, happiness and trust.
She enjoyed life, short though it turned out to be,
thankful am I that she shared it with me.
They're saying it so well. You're certainly not forgotten. I sometimes see your shadow move past the door. I think you are watching over me.
To say I miss you, well that's not enough. You know I do.
I try to remember the parties, hay rides, car washes in the lake, and all the other gatherings with our friends in Garrison. We seemed to have a lot of good times.
Then there were children. We grew with them. We counted their fingers and toes and were so proud.
Scouts, band practice, ball games, dental visits, colds, coughs, going this way and that....
Maybe the kids saw just how good to me you were. I always knew it.
I miss you hon.
65th birthday, wow.
I took time today to learn some more about you! November 7th 1948 a special person was born on a Sunday...She graced us with her presence. BTW..it was leap year....wonder what I'm supposed to learn from that.
Wanda you taught me as a child and you are still influencing me and my daughter. Nina says she thought about you all day today...
Happy Birthday Sis!
Happy 65th Birthday, Wanda....I miss you more than ever! You continue to be in my thoughts. There are many days I wonder how you would react to many of our earthly events and what your responses would be...you always had strong reasoning skills and a wonderful sense of humor that made even the more difficult times seem brighter. Again, Happy Birthday, and give big hugs to our mom and dad.