2013-05-09 / Obituaries

In Memory

BRADY

In loving memory of Grace A. Brady, April 25, 1939 – February 16, 2013:

My Mom My Angel

Once upon a time an angel held my hand,

She wiped away my tears and helped me understand.

Our time on earth is brief, there are lessons to be learned,

Each precious day God gives us another page is turned.

Every chapter full of memories, times of joy and tears,

Triumphs and defeats, through every passing year.

She loved us unconditionally, always by our side,

When no one else would listen, in her we could confide.

With gentle words of wisdom she led us on our way,

Down the paths of righteousness if ever we did stray.

She saw the good in everyone and gave with no regrets,

Always from her heart let us not forget.

Angels come in many forms, for me it is my mother,

With love I cannot say enough, there’ll never be another.

Every day I turn the page in my heart will ever remain,

Everything she taught me as I stroll down memory lane.

Thank you, God, for giving me the most priceless of all treasures,

Help me, Lord, to keep alive her memory here forever.

I pray that I can some day be everything she hoped I would,

That’s she smiling down from heaven knowing she did good.

As we gather here today there’s no ending to her story,

Another chapter has begun full of grace and glory.

God’s called her to his heavenly home, part of his great plan,

Although it may be hard, we all must understand.

Faith is what is hoped for, things we cannot see,

Heaven is promised to all of us if only we believe.

We miss and love you very much.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

Love,

Ralph and girls

BATDORFF

In loving memory of Helen Batdorff on Mother’s Day: I do not need a special day To bring you to my mind; For days I do not think of you You’re never going to find. God saw you tired and weary A cure was not to be; He looked down upon your lovely face And whsipered “Come with Me.” My heart still aches with sadness My secret tears still flow; What it meant to lose you No one will ever know. So those of you who have a Mom Cherish her with love and care; You’ll never know such heartache ‘Til you see her vacant chair.

Your daughter,

Carole

FIX

In memory of Phyllis (Fix) Kerlin on Mother’s Day.

My Mother A Rose A rose so rare, One of its kind, Love and beauty, A Mother, Yes, mine. A rose without thorns, Not a petal was torn, A perfect rose stood straight and tall, My Mother was the most precious of all. A rose that survived the worst kind of weather And yet the most delicate ever, A rose with a fragrance, There could be no other, You see this rose is my Mother. A rose is picked and put to dry, The beauty is still there, It never dies.

Deeply missed by your daughters,

Lori and Pam, and your husband, Dave

MANNETTI

In loving memory of Frieda Mannetti, who passed away January 2, 2013:

Roses For My Mother Lord, are there roses in your garden On the shores of Jubilee Would you pick a dozen of your best And deliver them for me For you see, today is

Mother’s Day And I can’t visit my Mom For it wasn’t very long ago The angels took her home. So if there are roses in your garden On the shores of Jubilee Would you pick a dozen of your best And deliver them for me Would you take them to my mother And tell her that I love her Tell her that I miss her In oh so many ways But I have joy in knowing We’ll meet again some day And we’ll pick roses together On the shores of Jubilee

Happy Mother’s Day!

I love you, Mom,

Brenda

Cho

Terry

SEVILLE

In loving memory of Myrtle A. Seville, April 27, 1929 – August 27, 2000:

I am who I am because of you, Mom. You taught me that when life became a rollercoaster, I needed to climb into the front seat, throw my arms in the air and enjoy the ride.

I learned life is all about how you handle Plan B, but that I had to let go of Plan A first. And you listened with your heart, especially to what I didn’t say.

You were always a parent first. Friends come and go, Moms last forever. You didn’t tell me how to live, you simply lived well. I watched and learned.

Even though I tried to act like I didn’t need it, I always knew you were a hug waiting to happen.

And then you did the hardest thing you ever had to do, you gave me wings and taught me how to fly. But what was really amazing is how you hid the fear in your eyes as you watched me soar. You were always the best Mom, and I will always love you.

Karen

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