Mary E. Walker

Dear mother I love you , Always and I'm gonna miss you. You were my rock and my strength down here. I thank God for the time that he gave us together. I will never forget you.sleep on my Dear Mother.

Muh,

I love you dearly and you will be missed.

Your smile that can't be replaced
Memories and pictures is all we have left
To the gateways of heaven you have stepped
You lived a long and beautiful life
As a mother,daughter,sister and wife
And also a good friend
So sad full of tears it had to end
Hopefully this makes us stronger
Cause you're not suffering any longer
Even though you put up a fight
But God took you cause he know what's right
So now you can rest in a better place
But we will remember you...

You are in our thoughts and prayers.

Dear Mom,
Now that it's all over, family and friends have gone on their separate ways, and I am in my quiet time at home with just the Lord; I wanted to take this time to tell you that I Love you very much, and that you will be missed by each and everyone of us. I am so glad that God gave us a beautiful and virtueous woman that we called (Muh, Mudder, and Mom). I am so glad that we all have memories of you to share with each other. As a matter of fact when you just had Charlie, Bill,...

TO THE WALKER FAMILY, IF YOUR BODY SUFFER' S PAIN AND YOUR STRENGTH YOU CAN NOT REGAIN JUST REMEMBER IN HIS WORDS HOW JESUS FEEDS THE LITTLE BIRDS, JESUS KNOWS THE PAIN YOU FEEL JESUS CAN SAVE AND JESUS CAN HEAL. WE LOVE YOU ALWAYS! FROM CHILDHOOD MEMORIES INTO ADULTHOOD MEMORIES WE STARTED FROM BOYS AND GIRLS AND GREW INTO WOMEN AND MEN , WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR FRIEND'S AND FAMILY. MAY GOD BLESS YOUR FAMILY ALWAYS, LOVE: MOE, DONNA, GARY, PAT, LORAINNE, SHARON, JOE AND MOSLEY FAMILY

Gary and Terry
Sorry about your lost, my the lord keep you and your family. And I'll keep you lifted in pray.

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 belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation

My Prayers are with you.