|Birth: ||Apr. 23, 1941|
|Death: ||Jan. 9, 2004|
Biological name: Sylvia Gene Garrett
Biological Mother: Lila Dean Garrett Ferguson
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.
Lila passed away at a young age, therefore, my Mom nor us had a chance to meet her. I started looking for her bio family in 2006, two years after she died. I found them within 2 weeks. Unfortunately, only 2 of Lila's siblings were still living then and the oldest passed away in 2010.
IN SEARCH OF BIOLOGICAL FATHER: Last name and whereabouts unknown. I do know he could have one of the 3 following first names: Hershell, Norman, or Lee. He may not even know he had a daughter who was put up for adoption. My biological grandmother was underage and unable to keep her baby. Back then, it was taboo to be an unwed mother. If you believe you are her biological father or know someone who might be, please contact me at Heavenlybama@aol.com with "Your Mom's Biological Father" in the subject line.
Children: Dana, Charles, Jeffrey, Fran.
My Mom suffered with rheumatoid arthritis since her 20's but it wasn't diagnosed until 8 years before she died. It doesn't run in her maternal side of the family so it has to be her bio father's side. 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.
She was a loving Mom and would show it to my siblings and I. Her 1st grandson, Jay was the apple of her eye. She died 3 years before her 2nd grandson was born. 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 4 that were salvageable. I am thankful now because I can listen to her, my Dad's and my sibling's voices.
Like my Dad, 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 Mom I loved her
the last night I put her to bed.
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.
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