Sidney-Parham-Obituary

Sidney Parham

Pettersburg, Virginia

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Mr. Sidney Parham, 85, of Wakefield, departed this life Wednesday, Oct. 8, 2008 at Bayside Sentara Hospital, Virginia Beach, Va.He was born May 22, 1923 to the late Emma Parham and Frank Jones. Mr. Parham was the former president and one of the founding members of the Ranger Hunt Club in...

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To the Parham/Bailey Family,
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born,and a time to die; ... a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace,and a time to refrain from embracing...a time to love and a time to hate(that which is evil). God has made every thing beautiful in His time, also He has set the world in their heart,...

KEEP YOUR HANDS IN GODS HAND,
AND HE WILL MAKE A WAY FOR YOU
DURING YOUR TRYING TIMES MAY,
GOD BLESS YOU.

Understand death has no use for time.
No time is any better, any worse.
Cancel twenty years or eighty-nine,
Love's a loss one cannot reimburse.
Each of us lives for an eternity,
Dying only after our forever.
Early or late, we vanish equally,
All unconscious of the ties we sever,
No longer either separate or together.

Where did you go, my lovely ones?
Where did you go, my babies?
Where did you come from, where did you go,
My gentlemen and ladies?...

To say goodbye's impossible forever,
And yet we must too soon exchange goodbyes.
No magnitude of love when someone dies
Can manage the immensity of never.
Yet even death cannot our friendship sever
Though you may rest somewhere beyond our sighs
And all the talk of afterlife be lies.
Eternity is our brief glimpse of ever.
Even as each breeze must alter time
And each unruly rock reshape the sea,
So love lasts beyond our consciousness.
Each pulse of life's a...

To lose someone who's loved you all your life,
Having held you long against the darkness,
And felt the press of friends upon your sadness,
Need cutting through your torment like a knife . . .
Kindness is a sign of inner plenty:
Yours does much to mitigate my pain.
Of grief comes neither clarity nor gain
Unless friends fill its passion with their beauty.