Premature infant died an hour and a half after birth at 3pm. Son of Lloyd Grady Sr. and Joyce Faye Bass Wilder.
His obituary was published on the front page of the October 13, 1960 Jena Times.
He was survived by his parents, one brother, three sisters and four grandparents.
His sisters maintain that his middle name was Christopher, but his Death Certificate and his stone all say Chris. His death certificate spells his first name with two Rs.
In the most beautiful of gardens, even those tended by the most skillful of botanists, there is an occasional rose that buds, but never opens. In all respects the rose is like all the others, but something keeps it from blooming. It fades away - or disappears - without having reached maturity.
What happens in nature's garden happens once in a while also in the garden of God's human family. A baby is born, beautiful, precious, but fails to come to its rightful unfolding. This child, like the bud that never fully opens, is gathered back into God's heavenly garden of souls - where all imperfections are made perfect; all injustices made right; all mysteries are explained; and all sorrows turned to happiness. -Anonymous
His obituary was published on the front page of the October 13, 1960 Jena Times.
He was survived by his parents, one brother, three sisters and four grandparents.
His sisters maintain that his middle name was Christopher, but his Death Certificate and his stone all say Chris. His death certificate spells his first name with two Rs.
In the most beautiful of gardens, even those tended by the most skillful of botanists, there is an occasional rose that buds, but never opens. In all respects the rose is like all the others, but something keeps it from blooming. It fades away - or disappears - without having reached maturity.
What happens in nature's garden happens once in a while also in the garden of God's human family. A baby is born, beautiful, precious, but fails to come to its rightful unfolding. This child, like the bud that never fully opens, is gathered back into God's heavenly garden of souls - where all imperfections are made perfect; all injustices made right; all mysteries are explained; and all sorrows turned to happiness. -Anonymous
Premature infant died an hour and a half after birth at 3pm. Son of Lloyd Grady Sr. and Joyce Faye Bass Wilder.
His obituary was published on the front page of the October 13, 1960 Jena Times.
He was survived by his parents, one brother, three sisters and four grandparents.
His sisters maintain that his middle name was Christopher, but his Death Certificate and his stone all say Chris. His death certificate spells his first name with two Rs.
In the most beautiful of gardens, even those tended by the most skillful of botanists, there is an occasional rose that buds, but never opens. In all respects the rose is like all the others, but something keeps it from blooming. It fades away - or disappears - without having reached maturity.
What happens in nature's garden happens once in a while also in the garden of God's human family. A baby is born, beautiful, precious, but fails to come to its rightful unfolding. This child, like the bud that never fully opens, is gathered back into God's heavenly garden of souls - where all imperfections are made perfect; all injustices made right; all mysteries are explained; and all sorrows turned to happiness. -Anonymous
His obituary was published on the front page of the October 13, 1960 Jena Times.
He was survived by his parents, one brother, three sisters and four grandparents.
His sisters maintain that his middle name was Christopher, but his Death Certificate and his stone all say Chris. His death certificate spells his first name with two Rs.
In the most beautiful of gardens, even those tended by the most skillful of botanists, there is an occasional rose that buds, but never opens. In all respects the rose is like all the others, but something keeps it from blooming. It fades away - or disappears - without having reached maturity.
What happens in nature's garden happens once in a while also in the garden of God's human family. A baby is born, beautiful, precious, but fails to come to its rightful unfolding. This child, like the bud that never fully opens, is gathered back into God's heavenly garden of souls - where all imperfections are made perfect; all injustices made right; all mysteries are explained; and all sorrows turned to happiness. -Anonymous
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