❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
William 'Will' Nelson Vaughn was born April 19, 1891 at Murray, Arkansas to Joe Vaughn and Nancy (Richardson) Vaughn.
He married Mary Sue Snow on January 11, 1912.
Together they had seven children, Lawrence, Columbus (Dood), Joe, Gracie, Mina, Fern and Lynzo (Doc).
Will was a farmer and lived out his life in the community of Wayton, Arkansas.
He served as a justice of the peace for Newton County for a few years.
Will was a member of the Masons, Buffalo Lodge #366 at Wayton, Arkansas.
He was a skilled woodcrafter, making numerous items from carved, 'whittled' wood, including small cedar boxes, walking canes with realistic looking snakes climbing their way to the grip of the cane and was always up for making a hickory whistle for a grandchild when the sap was up.
He could sit for hours out under the ole hickory tree or in one of the porch swings and tell stories and sing songs to his grandkids. There was also a lot of cracker and cheese eatin' and orange Kool-aid drinkin' done in the shade of that old hickory tree in his yard.
One frequent request for him to sing was 'My Ole Beaver Cap'. Only the good Lord above knows how many times he's sang just this one song, much less all the other he knew, such as' 'Froggy Went a Courtin' and 'Lilly Lea'. If the grandchild was small enough they would be perched upon his bouncin' knees as he sang at the top of his voice. Or he could take a hickory leaf and fold it just so and make music with it. This is a trick that no one was ever able to learn no matter how hard we tried.
Will could raise the best watermelons in the county and folks would come from all over the community to have a 'watermelon feed' as he called it.
He suffered from asthma most of his adult life and as he aged it became progressively worse. He passed away while in the hospital with a really bad 'spell' of it.
His wife, Mary had passed away April 2, 1971 and he'd told different people that he wouldn't live a year after her death. Some of the closer family members believe that Will died of a broken heart, he passed away just ten days before the first anniversary of her death. He passed on March 23, 1971.
He is buried beside her in the Snow Cemetery at Wayton, Arkansas
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I have such awesome memories of you... sittin on your pond bank fishin with an ole cane pole. I can close my eyes and hear the little frogs as they'd start to holler just before dark. Maybe that's why late evening is my favorite time of day, I like to think you're close by then.
I remember one time we were fishin and I'd peeled the skin off a big blister I had on the bottom of my foot and it was hurtin to beat the band. That's probably why you took me fishin, to get my mind off the blister. Every time I'd start messing with it you'd tell me in your ever patient voice, "Now hon, don't mess with that, you'll get it ta'hurtin again."
I'd gladly suffer the pain of another blister on my foot to have just one more evening with you on that pond bank fishing.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
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when you left a piece of my heart went with you...
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯`'•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
.•*"˜˜"*°•. ˜"*°•♥•°*"˜ .•°*"˜˜"*°•.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~author unknown
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The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Oh, I miss you so much
life will never be the same,
wish heaven had a phone
so I could hear your voice again.
I thought of you today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
All I have are memories
and a picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake
from which I'll never part.
God has you in his arms
I have you in my heart
~ author unknown
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
╔══╗
╚╗╔╝
╔╝(¯`v´¯)
╚══`My Gramps
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Last night I was going through some things and found gramps' and grannie's books from the funeral home. In the box underneath the book were the cards from the flowers they'd gotten for their funeral.
As I took out each card and read it I found one signed, "all my love, Will Vaughn". I looked at the little florist envelope and written there was note with my grannie's name and room # 201. Gramps had sent grannie flowers when she was in the hospital before she died. I sat there and the tears rolled freely down my face. I know that the words gramps had written on that card for grannie were from his heart.
They'd been married for 58 years when she died. They were seldom apart, spending days working around 'the place' and evenings relaxing after supper was over and the dishes done.
Not long after grannie died, gramps told mommie and daddy that if the kids that lived 'away' didn't come back to visit him in a few months they wouldn't see him on this earth again, that he wouldn't live a year with grannie gone.
He didn't, she passed in April 1971 and he passed the next March.
He moved in with us after grannie died. I watched my beloved gramps fade away before my eyes. I've seen him sit for long stretches of time just looking into the distance, seeing things, I'm sure, that existed only in his memory. He'd say to me, "Hon, it sure has been a long day." I had no idea then how lonely it is to sit with only memories of a loved one to keep you company. Now I understand, I know the gut wrenching grief of knowing you'll never hear a beloved voice again.
All these years later, I can sit for long periods staring into the distance, kept company by all the memories I have of my beloved family that's gone from this world.
I loveyou, gramps, I miss you so...
12.30.2014
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William 'Will' Nelson Vaughn was born April 19, 1891 at Murray, Arkansas to Joe Vaughn and Nancy (Richardson) Vaughn.
He married Mary Sue Snow on January 11, 1912.
Together they had seven children, Lawrence, Columbus (Dood), Joe, Gracie, Mina, Fern and Lynzo (Doc).
Will was a farmer and lived out his life in the community of Wayton, Arkansas.
He served as a justice of the peace for Newton County for a few years.
Will was a member of the Masons, Buffalo Lodge #366 at Wayton, Arkansas.
He was a skilled woodcrafter, making numerous items from carved, 'whittled' wood, including small cedar boxes, walking canes with realistic looking snakes climbing their way to the grip of the cane and was always up for making a hickory whistle for a grandchild when the sap was up.
He could sit for hours out under the ole hickory tree or in one of the porch swings and tell stories and sing songs to his grandkids. There was also a lot of cracker and cheese eatin' and orange Kool-aid drinkin' done in the shade of that old hickory tree in his yard.
One frequent request for him to sing was 'My Ole Beaver Cap'. Only the good Lord above knows how many times he's sang just this one song, much less all the other he knew, such as' 'Froggy Went a Courtin' and 'Lilly Lea'. If the grandchild was small enough they would be perched upon his bouncin' knees as he sang at the top of his voice. Or he could take a hickory leaf and fold it just so and make music with it. This is a trick that no one was ever able to learn no matter how hard we tried.
Will could raise the best watermelons in the county and folks would come from all over the community to have a 'watermelon feed' as he called it.
He suffered from asthma most of his adult life and as he aged it became progressively worse. He passed away while in the hospital with a really bad 'spell' of it.
His wife, Mary had passed away April 2, 1971 and he'd told different people that he wouldn't live a year after her death. Some of the closer family members believe that Will died of a broken heart, he passed away just ten days before the first anniversary of her death. He passed on March 23, 1971.
He is buried beside her in the Snow Cemetery at Wayton, Arkansas
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I have such awesome memories of you... sittin on your pond bank fishin with an ole cane pole. I can close my eyes and hear the little frogs as they'd start to holler just before dark. Maybe that's why late evening is my favorite time of day, I like to think you're close by then.
I remember one time we were fishin and I'd peeled the skin off a big blister I had on the bottom of my foot and it was hurtin to beat the band. That's probably why you took me fishin, to get my mind off the blister. Every time I'd start messing with it you'd tell me in your ever patient voice, "Now hon, don't mess with that, you'll get it ta'hurtin again."
I'd gladly suffer the pain of another blister on my foot to have just one more evening with you on that pond bank fishing.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
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when you left a piece of my heart went with you...
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯`'•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
.•*"˜˜"*°•. ˜"*°•♥•°*"˜ .•°*"˜˜"*°•.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~author unknown
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Oh, I miss you so much
life will never be the same,
wish heaven had a phone
so I could hear your voice again.
I thought of you today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
All I have are memories
and a picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake
from which I'll never part.
God has you in his arms
I have you in my heart
~ author unknown
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
╔══╗
╚╗╔╝
╔╝(¯`v´¯)
╚══`My Gramps
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Last night I was going through some things and found gramps' and grannie's books from the funeral home. In the box underneath the book were the cards from the flowers they'd gotten for their funeral.
As I took out each card and read it I found one signed, "all my love, Will Vaughn". I looked at the little florist envelope and written there was note with my grannie's name and room # 201. Gramps had sent grannie flowers when she was in the hospital before she died. I sat there and the tears rolled freely down my face. I know that the words gramps had written on that card for grannie were from his heart.
They'd been married for 58 years when she died. They were seldom apart, spending days working around 'the place' and evenings relaxing after supper was over and the dishes done.
Not long after grannie died, gramps told mommie and daddy that if the kids that lived 'away' didn't come back to visit him in a few months they wouldn't see him on this earth again, that he wouldn't live a year with grannie gone.
He didn't, she passed in April 1971 and he passed the next March.
He moved in with us after grannie died. I watched my beloved gramps fade away before my eyes. I've seen him sit for long stretches of time just looking into the distance, seeing things, I'm sure, that existed only in his memory. He'd say to me, "Hon, it sure has been a long day." I had no idea then how lonely it is to sit with only memories of a loved one to keep you company. Now I understand, I know the gut wrenching grief of knowing you'll never hear a beloved voice again.
All these years later, I can sit for long periods staring into the distance, kept company by all the memories I have of my beloved family that's gone from this world.
I loveyou, gramps, I miss you so...
12.30.2014
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❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
William 'Will' Nelson Vaughn was born April 19, 1891 at Murray, Arkansas to Joe Vaughn and Nancy (Richardson) Vaughn.
He married Mary Sue Snow on January 11, 1912.
Together they had seven children, Lawrence, Columbus (Dood), Joe, Gracie, Mina, Fern and Lynzo (Doc).
Will was a farmer and lived out his life in the community of Wayton, Arkansas.
He served as a justice of the peace for Newton County for a few years.
Will was a member of the Masons, Buffalo Lodge #366 at Wayton, Arkansas.
He was a skilled woodcrafter, making numerous items from carved, 'whittled' wood, including small cedar boxes, walking canes with realistic looking snakes climbing their way to the grip of the cane and was always up for making a hickory whistle for a grandchild when the sap was up.
He could sit for hours out under the ole hickory tree or in one of the porch swings and tell stories and sing songs to his grandkids. There was also a lot of cracker and cheese eatin' and orange Kool-aid drinkin' done in the shade of that old hickory tree in his yard.
One frequent request for him to sing was 'My Ole Beaver Cap'. Only the good Lord above knows how many times he's sang just this one song, much less all the other he knew, such as' 'Froggy Went a Courtin' and 'Lilly Lea'. If the grandchild was small enough they would be perched upon his bouncin' knees as he sang at the top of his voice. Or he could take a hickory leaf and fold it just so and make music with it. This is a trick that no one was ever able to learn no matter how hard we tried.
Will could raise the best watermelons in the county and folks would come from all over the community to have a 'watermelon feed' as he called it.
He suffered from asthma most of his adult life and as he aged it became progressively worse. He passed away while in the hospital with a really bad 'spell' of it.
His wife, Mary had passed away April 2, 1971 and he'd told different people that he wouldn't live a year after her death. Some of the closer family members believe that Will died of a broken heart, he passed away just ten days before the first anniversary of her death. He passed on March 23, 1971.
He is buried beside her in the Snow Cemetery at Wayton, Arkansas
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
I have such awesome memories of you... sittin on your pond bank fishin with an ole cane pole. I can close my eyes and hear the little frogs as they'd start to holler just before dark. Maybe that's why late evening is my favorite time of day, I like to think you're close by then.
I remember one time we were fishin and I'd peeled the skin off a big blister I had on the bottom of my foot and it was hurtin to beat the band. That's probably why you took me fishin, to get my mind off the blister. Every time I'd start messing with it you'd tell me in your ever patient voice, "Now hon, don't mess with that, you'll get it ta'hurtin again."
I'd gladly suffer the pain of another blister on my foot to have just one more evening with you on that pond bank fishing.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
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──(♥)████████████████(♥)
────(♥)████████████(♥)
──────(♥)████████(♥)
────────(♥)████(♥)
─────────(♥)██(♥)
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when you left a piece of my heart went with you...
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯`'•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
.•*"˜˜"*°•. ˜"*°•♥•°*"˜ .•°*"˜˜"*°•.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~author unknown
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Oh, I miss you so much
life will never be the same,
wish heaven had a phone
so I could hear your voice again.
I thought of you today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
All I have are memories
and a picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake
from which I'll never part.
God has you in his arms
I have you in my heart
~ author unknown
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
╔══╗
╚╗╔╝
╔╝(¯`v´¯)
╚══`My Gramps
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Last night I was going through some things and found gramps' and grannie's books from the funeral home. In the box underneath the book were the cards from the flowers they'd gotten for their funeral.
As I took out each card and read it I found one signed, "all my love, Will Vaughn". I looked at the little florist envelope and written there was note with my grannie's name and room # 201. Gramps had sent grannie flowers when she was in the hospital before she died. I sat there and the tears rolled freely down my face. I know that the words gramps had written on that card for grannie were from his heart.
They'd been married for 58 years when she died. They were seldom apart, spending days working around 'the place' and evenings relaxing after supper was over and the dishes done.
Not long after grannie died, gramps told mommie and daddy that if the kids that lived 'away' didn't come back to visit him in a few months they wouldn't see him on this earth again, that he wouldn't live a year with grannie gone.
He didn't, she passed in April 1971 and he passed the next March.
He moved in with us after grannie died. I watched my beloved gramps fade away before my eyes. I've seen him sit for long stretches of time just looking into the distance, seeing things, I'm sure, that existed only in his memory. He'd say to me, "Hon, it sure has been a long day." I had no idea then how lonely it is to sit with only memories of a loved one to keep you company. Now I understand, I know the gut wrenching grief of knowing you'll never hear a beloved voice again.
All these years later, I can sit for long periods staring into the distance, kept company by all the memories I have of my beloved family that's gone from this world.
I loveyou, gramps, I miss you so...
12.30.2014
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
William 'Will' Nelson Vaughn was born April 19, 1891 at Murray, Arkansas to Joe Vaughn and Nancy (Richardson) Vaughn.
He married Mary Sue Snow on January 11, 1912.
Together they had seven children, Lawrence, Columbus (Dood), Joe, Gracie, Mina, Fern and Lynzo (Doc).
Will was a farmer and lived out his life in the community of Wayton, Arkansas.
He served as a justice of the peace for Newton County for a few years.
Will was a member of the Masons, Buffalo Lodge #366 at Wayton, Arkansas.
He was a skilled woodcrafter, making numerous items from carved, 'whittled' wood, including small cedar boxes, walking canes with realistic looking snakes climbing their way to the grip of the cane and was always up for making a hickory whistle for a grandchild when the sap was up.
He could sit for hours out under the ole hickory tree or in one of the porch swings and tell stories and sing songs to his grandkids. There was also a lot of cracker and cheese eatin' and orange Kool-aid drinkin' done in the shade of that old hickory tree in his yard.
One frequent request for him to sing was 'My Ole Beaver Cap'. Only the good Lord above knows how many times he's sang just this one song, much less all the other he knew, such as' 'Froggy Went a Courtin' and 'Lilly Lea'. If the grandchild was small enough they would be perched upon his bouncin' knees as he sang at the top of his voice. Or he could take a hickory leaf and fold it just so and make music with it. This is a trick that no one was ever able to learn no matter how hard we tried.
Will could raise the best watermelons in the county and folks would come from all over the community to have a 'watermelon feed' as he called it.
He suffered from asthma most of his adult life and as he aged it became progressively worse. He passed away while in the hospital with a really bad 'spell' of it.
His wife, Mary had passed away April 2, 1971 and he'd told different people that he wouldn't live a year after her death. Some of the closer family members believe that Will died of a broken heart, he passed away just ten days before the first anniversary of her death. He passed on March 23, 1971.
He is buried beside her in the Snow Cemetery at Wayton, Arkansas
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
I have such awesome memories of you... sittin on your pond bank fishin with an ole cane pole. I can close my eyes and hear the little frogs as they'd start to holler just before dark. Maybe that's why late evening is my favorite time of day, I like to think you're close by then.
I remember one time we were fishin and I'd peeled the skin off a big blister I had on the bottom of my foot and it was hurtin to beat the band. That's probably why you took me fishin, to get my mind off the blister. Every time I'd start messing with it you'd tell me in your ever patient voice, "Now hon, don't mess with that, you'll get it ta'hurtin again."
I'd gladly suffer the pain of another blister on my foot to have just one more evening with you on that pond bank fishing.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
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──────(♥)████████(♥)
────────(♥)████(♥)
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when you left a piece of my heart went with you...
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯`'•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
.•*"˜˜"*°•. ˜"*°•♥•°*"˜ .•°*"˜˜"*°•.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~author unknown
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The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
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Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
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Oh, I miss you so much
life will never be the same,
wish heaven had a phone
so I could hear your voice again.
I thought of you today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
All I have are memories
and a picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake
from which I'll never part.
God has you in his arms
I have you in my heart
~ author unknown
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╚══`My Gramps
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Last night I was going through some things and found gramps' and grannie's books from the funeral home. In the box underneath the book were the cards from the flowers they'd gotten for their funeral.
As I took out each card and read it I found one signed, "all my love, Will Vaughn". I looked at the little florist envelope and written there was note with my grannie's name and room # 201. Gramps had sent grannie flowers when she was in the hospital before she died. I sat there and the tears rolled freely down my face. I know that the words gramps had written on that card for grannie were from his heart.
They'd been married for 58 years when she died. They were seldom apart, spending days working around 'the place' and evenings relaxing after supper was over and the dishes done.
Not long after grannie died, gramps told mommie and daddy that if the kids that lived 'away' didn't come back to visit him in a few months they wouldn't see him on this earth again, that he wouldn't live a year with grannie gone.
He didn't, she passed in April 1971 and he passed the next March.
He moved in with us after grannie died. I watched my beloved gramps fade away before my eyes. I've seen him sit for long stretches of time just looking into the distance, seeing things, I'm sure, that existed only in his memory. He'd say to me, "Hon, it sure has been a long day." I had no idea then how lonely it is to sit with only memories of a loved one to keep you company. Now I understand, I know the gut wrenching grief of knowing you'll never hear a beloved voice again.
All these years later, I can sit for long periods staring into the distance, kept company by all the memories I have of my beloved family that's gone from this world.
I loveyou, gramps, I miss you so...
12.30.2014
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