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Thursday, January 13, 2011

In loving memory of our Fabulous Uncle Lloyd

In loving memory of our dear Uncle Lloyd who began his eternal life
January 13, 2011
God touched him with His fingers and he slept.
The above photograph is of my late beloved Sister Sharon
kissing my Uncle Lloyd.
He was such a fine and kind and wonderful man.
You will be greatly missed by us all
and live forever in our hearts♥

It is with deep deep sadness to say
our dear Uncle Lloyd passed away today January 13, 2011

Kindness is the highest form of wisdom
and Uncle Lloyd you have been a rock and a form of wisdom and kindness to us all through the years.

God bless you Aunt Mary and all the family.

Our love and prayers for you all.

The Next Place
By Warren Hanson

The next place that I go
Will be as peaceful and familiar
As a sleepy summer Sunday
And a sweet, untroubled mind.
And yet . . .
It won't be anything like any place I've ever been. . .
Or seen. . . or even dreamed of
In the place I leave behind.
I won't know where I'm going,
And I won't know where I've been
As I tumble through the always
And look back toward the when.
I'll glide beyond the rainbows.
I'll drift above the sky.
I'll fly into the wonder, without ever wondering why.
I won't remember getting there.
Somehow I'll just arrive.
But I'll know that I belong there
And will feel much more alive
Than I have ever felt before.
I will be absolutely free of the things that I held onto
That were holding onto me.
The next place that I go
Will be so quiet and so still
That the whispered song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill
The listening sky with joyful silence,
And with unheard harmonies
Of music made by no one playing,
Like a hush upon breeze.
There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light,
Where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night.
The very air will fill with brilliance, as the brightly shining sun
And the moon and half a million stars are married into one.
The next place that I go Won't really be a place at all.
There won't be any seasons --
Winter, summer, spring or fall --
Nor a Monday, Nor a Friday,
Nor December, Nor July.
And the seconds will be standing still. . .
While hours hurry by.
I will not be a boy or girl,
A woman or man.
I'll simply be just, simply, me.
No worse or better than.
My skin will not be dark or light.
I won't be fat or tall.
The body I once lived in
Won't be part of me at all.
I will finally be perfect.
I will be without a flaw.
I will never make one more mistake,
Or break the smallest law.
And the me that was impatient,
Or was angry, or unkind,
Will simply be a memory.
The me I left behind.
I will travel empty-handed.
There is not a single thing
I have collected in my life
That I would ever want to bring Except. . .
The love of those who loved me,
And the warmth of those who cared.
The happiness and memories
And magic that we shared.
Though I will know the joy of solitude. . .
I'll never be alone. I'll be embraced
By all the family and friends I've ever known.
Although I might not see their faces,
All our hearts will beat as one,
And the circle of our spirits
Will shine brighter than the sun.
I will cherish all the friendship I was fortunate to find,
All love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind.
All these good things will go with me.
They will make my spirit glow.
And that light will shine forever In the next place that I go.

God has you in His keeping
We have you in our hearts♥


At 11:34 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry to hear this Jeanne.
My prayers are with you and yours.
Love, Laurie

At 1:28 PM, Blogger kimberly said...

so sorry hard to have those we love, leave us....but comforted by the lives and memories they left us. thoughts and prayers to you and yours.

At 2:54 PM, Blogger Jeanne said...

Love and hugs and many thanks

At 4:01 PM, Blogger tea time and roses said...

Hello Dear Jeanne,

I am so sorry to hear of of the passing of your uncle. Hold tight to all the beautiful memories. You and your family are in my prays.

Big Hugs♥


At 6:16 PM, Blogger Marilyn said...

So very sorry, Jeanne!


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