My mom was an amazing woman. Full of love and laughter. Mom was always cheerful and optimistic. She was full of life. She had a great sense of humor and loved to laugh.
She enriched our lives with her wisdom and nurturing love. Always there to help her family and friends. My mom was a wonderful mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, aunt and friend. She was my hero and my role model.
She was beautiful, physically, but it was her inner beauty that will be so dearly missed by her family and friends.
My heart aches with missing her and not a day goes by that she is not in my thoughts.
She is missed with a grief beyond all tears.
When someone you love becomes a memory. The memory becomes a treasure. You will always be a treasure in our hearts forever.
Home
God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids and whispered "peace be thine"
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone
For a part of us went with you, the day God called you Home.
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Litany of Remembrance
In the rising of the sun and in its going down
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind, and the calm of its stillness,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the midpoint of the year, and as its beginning and end,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now part of us,
we remember them.
By Roland B. Gittelsohn
"1940 Census shows her home in Saylor, Polk, Iowa."
She enriched our lives with her wisdom and nurturing love. Always there to help her family and friends. My mom was a wonderful mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, aunt and friend. She was my hero and my role model.
She was beautiful, physically, but it was her inner beauty that will be so dearly missed by her family and friends.
My heart aches with missing her and not a day goes by that she is not in my thoughts.
She is missed with a grief beyond all tears.
When someone you love becomes a memory. The memory becomes a treasure. You will always be a treasure in our hearts forever.
Home
God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids and whispered "peace be thine"
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone
For a part of us went with you, the day God called you Home.
******************************
Litany of Remembrance
In the rising of the sun and in its going down
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind, and the calm of its stillness,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the midpoint of the year, and as its beginning and end,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now part of us,
we remember them.
By Roland B. Gittelsohn
"1940 Census shows her home in Saylor, Polk, Iowa."
My mom was an amazing woman. Full of love and laughter. Mom was always cheerful and optimistic. She was full of life. She had a great sense of humor and loved to laugh.
She enriched our lives with her wisdom and nurturing love. Always there to help her family and friends. My mom was a wonderful mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, aunt and friend. She was my hero and my role model.
She was beautiful, physically, but it was her inner beauty that will be so dearly missed by her family and friends.
My heart aches with missing her and not a day goes by that she is not in my thoughts.
She is missed with a grief beyond all tears.
When someone you love becomes a memory. The memory becomes a treasure. You will always be a treasure in our hearts forever.
Home
God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids and whispered "peace be thine"
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone
For a part of us went with you, the day God called you Home.
******************************
Litany of Remembrance
In the rising of the sun and in its going down
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind, and the calm of its stillness,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the midpoint of the year, and as its beginning and end,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now part of us,
we remember them.
By Roland B. Gittelsohn
"1940 Census shows her home in Saylor, Polk, Iowa."
She enriched our lives with her wisdom and nurturing love. Always there to help her family and friends. My mom was a wonderful mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, aunt and friend. She was my hero and my role model.
She was beautiful, physically, but it was her inner beauty that will be so dearly missed by her family and friends.
My heart aches with missing her and not a day goes by that she is not in my thoughts.
She is missed with a grief beyond all tears.
When someone you love becomes a memory. The memory becomes a treasure. You will always be a treasure in our hearts forever.
Home
God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids and whispered "peace be thine"
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone
For a part of us went with you, the day God called you Home.
******************************
Litany of Remembrance
In the rising of the sun and in its going down
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind, and the calm of its stillness,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the midpoint of the year, and as its beginning and end,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now part of us,
we remember them.
By Roland B. Gittelsohn
"1940 Census shows her home in Saylor, Polk, Iowa."
Family Members
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