An exceptional woman,who lived and died what she believed. She raised 3 children, and gave her heart and soul to her 3 grandchildren, Sara marie, Randy James, and Reanna Kristine. She was born in Hutchinson Kansas to James Levi and Edith Marie Tracy Smith. She passed after a long battle with congestive heart failure on November 20th 2003 at the age of 66 . She was a nurse for many years, and gave her heart and time to evey patient she ever cared for.She always thought of others before herself,and this was true until the very end.She was an angel who walked among us, and not a day goes by where the empty spot in my heart cries out for her loss. Peace, my beautiful mother, until we meet again.
My family an I would like to Thank Compassion ( Dave & Family ) for sponsoring this memorial, and for seeing something in this beautiful soul, that we were honored to experience in life. Thank You Dave.
Update : It's almost been 5 years since mom left all the pain and suffering behind, but I feel the need to update a few things. Sometimes I look at the bio I have written, and wonder why I didn't add more. But if you knew my mom, you knew how simple she liked to keep things. Nontheless, I have been having the same dream for 2 months now, and would like to share with those of you who visit. It's not so much a dream, as it is a memory, because it did happen. Six months before she passed, I woke up on a Sunday morning feeling extremely depressed. Many things were going on, not the least of which, I knew my mother was dying. She still went out with the girls for lunch, and did her own thing, but I knew time was short. This Sunday morning, I got in my car, not planning on going anywhere in paticular, but ended up over at mom's. I no more than got through the door, and burst into tears, laying my head on her lap, and smelling that wonderful " mom " smell, that had always brought me peace. She held me as if I were 5 years old again, and had perhaps cut my knee, or been upset over my brothers teasing. She never said a word, just held me, and cried with me. We both knew why. We both knew our time together was getting short, and in an unspoken language, we just loved each other.
January 21st , 2007, another baby girl was born, my granddaughter Alyssah LeAnne, and I now know the love and joy my mom experienced with all her " babies ". I am saddened when I think she never met her, but at other times I'm not so sure she didn't send her to us. May sound corny to some, but it's how I feel. And when I read all the memorials that I have visited, I want to reach out and touch the souls who are going through the process of grief, and having such a hard time. I know, I've been there. But I know in my heart, that someday, I too shall pass, and my beautiful daughter will go through the same thing. And so shall Alyssah. So love each other now, and remember, as long as one you love is whispering your name, you are never really gone.
"'Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am I and you are you;
...Whatever we were to each other, That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the
corner.
All is well.'
My family an I would like to Thank Compassion ( Dave & Family ) for sponsoring this memorial, and for seeing something in this beautiful soul, that we were honored to experience in life. Thank You Dave.
Update : It's almost been 5 years since mom left all the pain and suffering behind, but I feel the need to update a few things. Sometimes I look at the bio I have written, and wonder why I didn't add more. But if you knew my mom, you knew how simple she liked to keep things. Nontheless, I have been having the same dream for 2 months now, and would like to share with those of you who visit. It's not so much a dream, as it is a memory, because it did happen. Six months before she passed, I woke up on a Sunday morning feeling extremely depressed. Many things were going on, not the least of which, I knew my mother was dying. She still went out with the girls for lunch, and did her own thing, but I knew time was short. This Sunday morning, I got in my car, not planning on going anywhere in paticular, but ended up over at mom's. I no more than got through the door, and burst into tears, laying my head on her lap, and smelling that wonderful " mom " smell, that had always brought me peace. She held me as if I were 5 years old again, and had perhaps cut my knee, or been upset over my brothers teasing. She never said a word, just held me, and cried with me. We both knew why. We both knew our time together was getting short, and in an unspoken language, we just loved each other.
January 21st , 2007, another baby girl was born, my granddaughter Alyssah LeAnne, and I now know the love and joy my mom experienced with all her " babies ". I am saddened when I think she never met her, but at other times I'm not so sure she didn't send her to us. May sound corny to some, but it's how I feel. And when I read all the memorials that I have visited, I want to reach out and touch the souls who are going through the process of grief, and having such a hard time. I know, I've been there. But I know in my heart, that someday, I too shall pass, and my beautiful daughter will go through the same thing. And so shall Alyssah. So love each other now, and remember, as long as one you love is whispering your name, you are never really gone.
"'Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am I and you are you;
...Whatever we were to each other, That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the
corner.
All is well.'
An exceptional woman,who lived and died what she believed. She raised 3 children, and gave her heart and soul to her 3 grandchildren, Sara marie, Randy James, and Reanna Kristine. She was born in Hutchinson Kansas to James Levi and Edith Marie Tracy Smith. She passed after a long battle with congestive heart failure on November 20th 2003 at the age of 66 . She was a nurse for many years, and gave her heart and time to evey patient she ever cared for.She always thought of others before herself,and this was true until the very end.She was an angel who walked among us, and not a day goes by where the empty spot in my heart cries out for her loss. Peace, my beautiful mother, until we meet again.
My family an I would like to Thank Compassion ( Dave & Family ) for sponsoring this memorial, and for seeing something in this beautiful soul, that we were honored to experience in life. Thank You Dave.
Update : It's almost been 5 years since mom left all the pain and suffering behind, but I feel the need to update a few things. Sometimes I look at the bio I have written, and wonder why I didn't add more. But if you knew my mom, you knew how simple she liked to keep things. Nontheless, I have been having the same dream for 2 months now, and would like to share with those of you who visit. It's not so much a dream, as it is a memory, because it did happen. Six months before she passed, I woke up on a Sunday morning feeling extremely depressed. Many things were going on, not the least of which, I knew my mother was dying. She still went out with the girls for lunch, and did her own thing, but I knew time was short. This Sunday morning, I got in my car, not planning on going anywhere in paticular, but ended up over at mom's. I no more than got through the door, and burst into tears, laying my head on her lap, and smelling that wonderful " mom " smell, that had always brought me peace. She held me as if I were 5 years old again, and had perhaps cut my knee, or been upset over my brothers teasing. She never said a word, just held me, and cried with me. We both knew why. We both knew our time together was getting short, and in an unspoken language, we just loved each other.
January 21st , 2007, another baby girl was born, my granddaughter Alyssah LeAnne, and I now know the love and joy my mom experienced with all her " babies ". I am saddened when I think she never met her, but at other times I'm not so sure she didn't send her to us. May sound corny to some, but it's how I feel. And when I read all the memorials that I have visited, I want to reach out and touch the souls who are going through the process of grief, and having such a hard time. I know, I've been there. But I know in my heart, that someday, I too shall pass, and my beautiful daughter will go through the same thing. And so shall Alyssah. So love each other now, and remember, as long as one you love is whispering your name, you are never really gone.
"'Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am I and you are you;
...Whatever we were to each other, That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the
corner.
All is well.'
My family an I would like to Thank Compassion ( Dave & Family ) for sponsoring this memorial, and for seeing something in this beautiful soul, that we were honored to experience in life. Thank You Dave.
Update : It's almost been 5 years since mom left all the pain and suffering behind, but I feel the need to update a few things. Sometimes I look at the bio I have written, and wonder why I didn't add more. But if you knew my mom, you knew how simple she liked to keep things. Nontheless, I have been having the same dream for 2 months now, and would like to share with those of you who visit. It's not so much a dream, as it is a memory, because it did happen. Six months before she passed, I woke up on a Sunday morning feeling extremely depressed. Many things were going on, not the least of which, I knew my mother was dying. She still went out with the girls for lunch, and did her own thing, but I knew time was short. This Sunday morning, I got in my car, not planning on going anywhere in paticular, but ended up over at mom's. I no more than got through the door, and burst into tears, laying my head on her lap, and smelling that wonderful " mom " smell, that had always brought me peace. She held me as if I were 5 years old again, and had perhaps cut my knee, or been upset over my brothers teasing. She never said a word, just held me, and cried with me. We both knew why. We both knew our time together was getting short, and in an unspoken language, we just loved each other.
January 21st , 2007, another baby girl was born, my granddaughter Alyssah LeAnne, and I now know the love and joy my mom experienced with all her " babies ". I am saddened when I think she never met her, but at other times I'm not so sure she didn't send her to us. May sound corny to some, but it's how I feel. And when I read all the memorials that I have visited, I want to reach out and touch the souls who are going through the process of grief, and having such a hard time. I know, I've been there. But I know in my heart, that someday, I too shall pass, and my beautiful daughter will go through the same thing. And so shall Alyssah. So love each other now, and remember, as long as one you love is whispering your name, you are never really gone.
"'Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am I and you are you;
...Whatever we were to each other, That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the
corner.
All is well.'
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