|Birth: ||Apr. 23, 1941|
|Death: ||Jan. 9, 2004|
Biological name: Sylvia Gene Garrett
Biological Mother: Lila Dean Garrett Ferguson
Age: 62 - Adopted at 3 mos. old from Children's Baptist Home in Royal Oak, MI.
LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other
One you do not remember
The other you call your mother
Two different lives
Shaped to makes yours one
One became your guiding star
The other became your sun
The first gave you life
And the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love
And the second was there to give it
One gave you a nationality
The other gave you a name
One gave you a seed of talent
The other gave you an aim
One gave you emotions
The other calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile
The other dried your tears
One gave you up --
It was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child
And God led her straight to you
And now you ask me
Through your tears
The age-old question
Through the years
Heredity or environment
Which are you the product of?
Neither, my darling -- neither
Just two different kinds of love.
Give this song a listen. It will touch your heart.
I started looking for her bio family in 2006, two years after she died. I found them within 2 weeks.
Children: Dana, Charles, Jeffrey, Fran.
My Mama suffered with rheumatoid arthritis since her 20's but it wasn't diagnosed until she was 54 years old. It doesn't run in her maternal side of the family so it has to be her paternal side which is the main reason I'm looking for her father. She was in pain all the time. Her hands were drawn into fists and she couldn't open them but she was still able to write and send out cards to people which she loved to do. In the last couple years of her life, she had to use a wheelchair.
As of March 23, 2014, she has another grandson and a granddaughter. She now has 4 grandsons and 2 granddaughters, 2 step-grandaughters, 3 great-grandsons, 2 great-granddaughters and 2 step-great-granddaughters.
She loved photography. She took thousands and thousands of pictures. While growing up, she would record us on cassette tape. I hated it at the time. After her death, I found 14 that were salvageable. I am thankful now because I can listen to her, my Daddy and my sibling's voices.
Like my Daddy, she wanted to die in her sleep at home and not no hospital. I woke up one morning and found her gone. Our bonding time was at night when I'd put her to bed. We'd laugh so much about crazy things. I miss her terribly.
If you still have your Mom or Dad, make sure you tell them you love them. Give them a call. I told my Mama I loved her
the last night I put her to bed. It is very hard to deal with grief. I can't imagine dealing with guilt and regret too. You don't want to deal with them both. Relationships can always be repaired if both sides put the work into it. I can testify to it.
I said," God, I hurt." and God said, "I know."
I said," God, I cry a lot."
and God said, "that's why I gave you tears."
I said, "God, I am so depressed."
and God said, "that's why I gave you sunshine."
I said, "God, life is so hard."
and God said, "that's why I gave you loved ones."
I said, "God, my loved one died." and God said,
"so did mine."
I said," God, its such a loss."
and God said, "I saw mine nailed to a cross."
I said, "God, but your loved one lives."
and God said, so does yours."
I said, God, its still hurts." and God said, I know.'
Blessed are they who die in the Lord.
You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
God saw she was getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around her
And whispered, "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
And saw her fade away
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped breathing,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
If roses grow in heaven, Lord,
please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mama's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her, I love her and I miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
If tears could build a stairway
and memories a lane,
I would walk right up to heaven
and bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken.
No time to say good-bye.
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you,
No one will ever know.
**THANK YOU TO ALL WHO LEAVE FLOWERS/TOKENS. I AM SO APPRECIATIVE. GOD BLESS.**
Melvin Lafayette Cross (1904 - 1990)
Hester Trina Hartsfield Cross (1909 - 1993)
Charles Franklin Cook (1933 - 2008)*
Charles Melvin Cook (1965 - 2005)*
Hillview Memorial Park and Mausoleum
Plot: I 31-D
Created by: Dana Cook
Record added: Feb 24, 2012
Find A Grave Memorial# 85663232