In memory of our mother, Edna Truax: It is said that time is a healer, And we know that is surely true Not forgetting those precious memories But bringing them into a better view Our dear mother, we called her “mom,” The best of the best we’ve ever seen; Born in 1917, on March twelve, Died in 1981, on December fourteen It was a cold and snowy wintry day, There to enjoy earth’s kingdom; No, not Mom – too ambitious for that; She needed to deliver Avon to some But about noon, on her way home, Not knowing the fate she would meet, Her car would crash into a utility pole, And claim her life and eternity greet. But that was then, this is now, Much has changed, yet love remains, We still remember and miss you, Mother, And anticipate our seeing you again. Being convinced of your eternal life in Jesus, Knowing our loss is heaven’s gain.
Our continuing love,
Dean, Charlene, Roger,
Dale and Gary
In memory of Dad, Vearl Fletcher, who passed away December 18, 2009, on Friday night of the third Advent week:
The year’s shortest day and longest night
This is the day we have more hours of darkness then of daylight
The night the star of Bethlehem guided visitors to the baby born on the first Christmas. That night must have been a great comfort to travelers from the East.
We too depend on a special light from God. It is the light of the world. May we be led by thee.
On December 16 this year, we shall look for this gospel light of mine. I’m going to let it shine in memory of you.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.