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 Rhysa Dawn Overton

Rhysa Dawn Overton

Birth
USA
Death 15 Feb 1995 (aged 25)
USA
Burial Tuscaloosa, Tuscaloosa County, Alabama, USA
Memorial ID 25127012 · View Source
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Thank you for visits, flowers and thoughts for my Rhysa...she would be so very pleased, and her family is deeply and forever appreciative.


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DREAMING RHYSA
(Sonnet)

Rhysa on the river in her
Blue gown and yellow shoes calls me to
Baptism

Beneath the willows, their
Tender bows carved like pristine
Violins.

Rhysa in a rain kissed 
Punt blinks vowels that her mother
Taught her long ago, and

Will tell again:
We touch, and look up into the
Golden mouth of 

Morning. Immaculate, this face of
God.
- By RHONDA C POYNTER

With gratitude from my heart, Rhonda..Rhysa and I are blessed to have a poem from the hand and heart of our loving friend. God watch over and keep you and Gannon Blue. Thank you for honoring us.
   

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��Rhysa celebrated that Valentine's Day at Applebee's with a friend then did her three to eleven shift at work and returned home. She looked in on her little son sleeping and kissed him.
As always we had some girl talk, hugged each other big and tight, kissed each other on the cheek. I told her I loved her, and she smiled at me, "I love you, Mom," and we went to bed. It was a daily ritual.
She was unable to sleep this night, though, and made what was for us all a fateful decision. We kept a notepad on the kitchen table, for whatever one might want to write to someone else. Sometimes it was "I love you, Ma!" and sometimes it was appointment or shopping reminders. On it she wrote me where she was going, that she would see me later.
It was pouring rain and the road she took is a somewhat shorter route to where she was going - to her brother's house. He was going to come to our house the following morning (the 15th) to work on her car for her, it wouldn't start sometimes.
Rhysa loved her big brother more than anything on earth, and decided to go to his place to save him the trip. I had often pleaded with all my kids never to take that road because it is fraught with twisting curves that snake up and down hills where visibility is limited and if you meet a car or truck there is little way to maneuver since it's only a two lane road and in many places was chiseled into the mountain. The curves are severe S shapes, and so many of them. If only she had taken the other highway. If only her car hadn't started. If only it wasn't night. If only it wasn't raining....
The driver of the truck meeting her car told us what had happened. Her car slid across the wet road trying to stay in the curve and crashed into the steep side of the mountain the road was carved from. The battery exploded and the car caught fire, but Rhysa was already taken by the angels. The truck driver jumped out and used his fire extinguisher to smother the flames, sparing us the pain of Rhysa being burned. God bless this wonderful man, I am forever grateful.
Since it was the dark wee morning hours of the 15th when her car left the road, my heart associates both the 14th and 15th equally. To me it was simply Valentine's night, and my beautiful youngest daughter died as I slept.
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THANK YOU to the dear folks who think of Rhysa, leave a flower or say a prayer for our family. We are deeply blessed by each and every one, I cherish them.
I know that those who stop by Rhysa's place are carrying the burden of loss themselves, and I do truly feel your sorrow. God bless you and be a comfort to you and your families.


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��Rhysa had a passion and caring for those who needed her, whether her rehab (physical therapy) patients, her family and friends or any stray creature.
Her heart was the biggest and kindest, and those dark eyes could flash when she saw or heard about any living thing being abused.
She lived her convictions, giving of her Self to all - large or small - just the same. It was integral to her Soul, she could not turn away from need.
One time she began feeding a stray mommy dog at her back door at night, which led to warnings from her apartment manager that if she continued feeding the dog she would be evicted. She knew there were puppies somewhere and that this mommy might not find food. For many nights the dog returned, and Rhysa was always waiting with the light off to feed her.
Rhysa (rhymes with Lisa :) was advocate for the very young and very old, the weak or ill, making a difference to all she touched.
She was working every day, and about to register to complete her college education.
Rhysa had a little son, and they lived with me. He adopted me when we lost his mommy, and he's all grown up now. She was a wonderful mom, and the memories he has of her are the fun times they had and how much she loved him.

She is forever and always my beloved daughter whose laughter delights my heart.��



Near to my heart before your birth,
Near to my heart at my breast ~
Near to my heart while you graced this earth,
and near to my heart you now rest....
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Love, Mom



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Thank you for your remembrance of my Rhysa on her 48th birthday. She will always be 25 beautiful years old in my heart, though all this time has passed.
Her son has grown into a man, and I have grown into an old lady :) but her memory is a sweetness in my soul. God bless each and every one of you for all you've done to help me keep Rhysa's memory alive. She would be deeply touched, as I forever am.
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I think about you most of every day.
You are the gift that graces all I do,

The single star that lights my lonely way.

I miss so much what words cannot convey:
The lilt, the laugh, the smile, the savor new.

I think about you most of every day

And dream about the places where you play,
Wandering where you might wander, too,

The single star that lights my lonely way,

The happiness that haunts where I must stay,
This wilderness of soul where wounds accrue.

I think about you most of every day,

And in this cell where I am locked away,
Where no one hears my song, I sing to you,

The single star that lights my lonely way.

- unknown

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"Those we have loved
Though now beyond our view
Have given form and substance to our being...
And, they live on unfailingly in our hearts
And our imagination
Until the sense of their presence
Becomes greater than their absence."
- Unknown

۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵A Mother's Pain۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵

You see me smiling.
What you don't see is that I am screaming behind that smile.
You see me go on with everything....work....play.....life in general.
What you don't see is that it takes every ounce of energy I have just to breathe.
You see me alone with my thoughts.
What you don't see is me talking to her while the rest of the world sleeps.
You see me say "I am fine".
What you don't see is the huge hole in my heart that can never be filled.
You see me and think "She's back to normal."
What you don't see is that there is no normal for me anymore. You see me and think "Oh my God I hope this never happens to me."
What you don't see is that as much as I long for you to understand me... I hope this never happens to you either.
You see me joking and laughing with others and think she must be getting over what has happened.
What you don't see is that I can never forget, nor would I want to, there is no moving past the loss of a child.
You see me sad and don't know what to say so you keep going.
What you don't see is I want so badly for you to ask me how am I doing, really, and give me a hug.
You see that life goes on.
What you don't see is that the life I had before February 15, 1995 will never again be the life I have.
You see that I am strong...... do not be deceived.
What you don't see is that I am weak and weary. Some days "I am 6 feet from the edge."
What you see is a mask.... The mask helps you cope with me and me cope with myself.
What you don't see is the raw sometimes unbearable pain.
You don't see me faltering, trying hard to go on.
What you don't see is my despair. You don't see me pleading for Heaven to give my Rhysa back.
What you don't see you could never understand anyway unless you walk a mile in my shoes...... God Forbid.

დ Thank you to Valencia Angel Of Mine
for the use of the above poem დ

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Poem by an extraordinary young man who deeply wanted us all to be comforted:
"We are sure of our faith, Just as we are sure of the moon, We trust in our belief, Just as we trust the sun will awaken us each day. We know life goes on beyond death, Just as we know life never stops moving on earth after those sad events, We never say goodbye forever, For we know that is not true, As sure as the flowers bloom in spring, Or the beauty of a wedding ring. As sure that mourners will mourn as children play. We know that up there somewhere life begins again. So we are comforted, happy and safe in our knowledge. That with our faith we can let go of people we love for awhile because there only gone for what is only a second, On times grand scale. So let the tears fall but then wipe them away because there will come a time one day when you will be together again...."

God Bless Angels everywhere. Written by Ryan K Selwyn. Age 18. 16.02.13.
- APMOTSB: Lover of the Shimmer in the Stars Ryan S.

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დBeautiful Mother, Sister, Daughter and Friendდ

Dear Sue,
As always, I am having a terrible time with my email - please know that you are in Gannon's and my hearts, especially this holiday coming up. Sue, I will be cautious in wording this, but I had a lovely dream about you and Rhysa, I am going to write a poem about it but I won't publish it, put it online, etc. unless you say that it is all right to do so...Rhysa was in a punt on a river, and she was napping, somewhat half asleep, drowsy, half awake. She had light clothing on, summer-like, and she and I seemed to notice one another at the same time; I was somehow beside her but not, I was 'going along' with the boat as it drifted, and I said "O, Rhysa, I am so glad to see you. I wish that I could meet your mom before she leaves or I do, but that won't happen, will it?" Rhysa smiled and said - and one never knows why a dream has a person sounding as he or she does, but Rhysa's voice was stronger than I'd expected it to be for some reason (she looks so 'dainty' in some ways): "Rhonda, when you want either of us, you know these things. We'll be beneath the willows, we are right there. You'll find us." I felt so honored, and as I type, my eyes well and my heart blooms - I believe. I believe I speak to my parents more now than I did when they were here, Sue; I am sick, as usual, and have just had non-malignant tumours removed yet again - I am in a very 'thinking' mood. I was so sure it was real, and I knew not to try to touch Rhys in any way - that always wakes me up. She had yellow shoes on, and the punt either had yellow flowers in it or we were drifting through them; I saw her throat shone, and thought, "O, a violin, what a beautiful piece of jewelry." It was just so lovely...IDK what was psychological - I often feel that young women gone might have done more than I do with my time, or been better daughters, IDK. But it was lovely, and I thought before sending this to you, Sue - I hope you are comforted to know that Rhys affects others like this. I could feel her heartbeat, I can't explain it. I asked Rhys, "Are we all happy once we get here? Are we all ok?" Rhys smiled & (had one hand up by mouth?) said "O, it's home. Home!" And the entire dream exploded into brilliant globes of light & I woke...I am running out of characters, S, but...Rhys, my family, your mom - they are fine, & they are waiting for us, beneath the willows. Hugs, me & G

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  • Find A Grave, database and images (https://www.findagrave.com : accessed ), memorial page for Rhysa Dawn Overton (23 Sep 1969–15 Feb 1995), Find A Grave Memorial no. 25127012, citing Memory Hill Gardens, Tuscaloosa, Tuscaloosa County, Alabama, USA ; Maintained by SSBJ�� (contributor 46954568) .