Alvah Brandle Mahanay, Jr, 83, passed into the Lord's hands Sunday, April 5, 2009
Service: 2 pm Thursday at First United Methodist Church of Alvarado, Visitation 6 pm to 8 pm Wednesday at Clayton Kay-Vaughn Funeral Home.
Memorials: In lieu of flowers, memorials maybe made to First United Methodist Church of Alvarado.
He was proceeded in death by his parents Alvah and Ivy (Walker) Mahanay.
Survivors: Wife of 60 years, Wilma Mahanay, son Brandle Lee Mahanay and wife Ellen of Joshua; daughters Beverly Kaye Short and husband Jim of Alvarado, Jan Huffman and husband Paul of Burleson, Tina Lynne Eder of Mineral Wells; grandchildren Jason John Woolard, Lacey Michell Eder, James Short, III, Charlotte Pyonk, Michael Huffman, Russ McGallian, Paula Youngblood; great-grandchildren Jillian Kaye Woolard, Passion Short, Thomas Pyonk III, Dylan Pyonk, Kylee Youngblood, Gracie Youngblood; brother Eddie Dale Mahanay of Bedford; sister Louetta Bull of Fort Worth and numerous nieces and nephews and a host of friends.
Fort Worth Star-Telegram
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Alvah Brandle Mahanay, Jr known by most as A. B. or Junior was a retired dairyman. You don't know hard work until you've run a dairy. A dairyman has no sick days, no vacation days, no days off. You work 7 days a week, no weekends off. Up at 4:00 in the morning, winter or summer. After you milk the cows, clean the barn, put out hay, fix fences, feed the calves and what other chores need to be done it's time to milk again. That's the life of a dairyman. That was the life of my dad. We grew up seeing how it is to work hard for your family.
Born and raised in Alvarado, Texas my dad and his family lived in a rural area known as Cotton Valley, located between Alvarado and Venus. The family stayed there farming up until the mid or late 30's. Alvah was the fist son of Alvah Mahanay, Sr and Ivy Walker Mahanay.
Their family left the farm life and moved to Fort Worth when my dad was a young man. By the 10th grade he realized school did not agree with him so he dropped out and went to work. He worked a various jobs until wartime. Once the war broke out all of his uncles, who were only a few years older than him, started to signed up for service. He of course wanted to join them and eventually convinced his parents to sign for him to join the navy, at the young age of 17. My grandmother would tell a story that the day he left for duty he hugged her and said "I love you Mama" he apparently never called her that, hearing his uncles call her Ivy. He served four years in the navy during WWII and then returned home to Fort Worth. It was a few years later he met my mother Wilma Leach. A blind date set up by the boyfriend of my mom's oldest and dearest friend resulted in 61 years of marriage and four children.
My dad worked only a few jobs during the time we were growing up. He worked at Conver, later called General Dynamics and now known as Lockheed in Fort Worth. And worked for several years in the mid 60's at Bell Helicopter. The rest of the time he was a full time dairyman at our home in Alvarado.
In 1960 he moved our family to Alvarado, back to his roots and his family roots. The Mahanay family came to Alvarado in 1874 and settled in a small farming community between Alvarado and Venus. My dad worked as a dairyman until 1978, at that time he suffer a severe heart attack and was forced to retire early. My parents lived a couple of more years in the country, but eventually sold their farm and moved to town in Alvarado.
After retirement my dad and my mom spent every day together for the next 30 plus years. They were never far from each other's side. They never spent a night apart unless one or the other was in the hospital. My mom would often say, we can go for hours without talking, but pretty much knew what the other one is thinking before they say it. Just perfect companions, side by side in their recliners.
My parents set a wonderful example for their children to live up to. They were hard working, good honest people. And they set an example for a perfect marriage, too. Not too many people can say they have had one life time partner, one true love, but my parents could.
My dad was not a faithful church goer in his later years, but my mom was there every Sunday. He often watch church on the television on Sundays. He was just not a big social person, family was all that he really care to see. I miss his visits to our house. He would pop in after I moved my business to the house, we would sit and talk and soon he was on his way back home to check on my mom. I loved those visits and I still catch myself looking for him to pop in. I knew when he was coming because I could hear him mumming a tune when he would walk across the yard, it was always the same one. He loved all of his kids, but he especially loved his grandkids and great grandkids. They were a joy to both my parents.
One thing I could say for my dad, he loved to eat. He was not ever overweight, because he was small in stature all his life. Oh, how he loved our family get togethers and especially the holiday meals. It was amazing to see such a small man could eat. He loved his desserts best of all.If you cut him a piece of cake that was too small, or what he thought was too small, he would ask "is this a sample".
Our parents were always there for each other and always there for each of us kids growing up and on into our adult years. As adults if we needed a place to live when things got hard in our lives, and they did for all their daughters at times. Each of us divorced and need some help to get on our feet. And fortunately we always knew the door was open to us to come back to their home. They were happy to take us in, no matter how crowded it made their home or if it was inconvenient for them. We always knew we had a home with them, no questions asked. After the loss of both my parents I realized that having someone love you and be there for you no matter what happened was over. A spouse will love you, yes, but a parents love is different, it goes so much deeper than any love can.
There is a hole so big in my heart now from the loss of my parents.... time will surely heal this pain. At least that is what I'm told.It does please me to know they are together again, a couple once more. And it pleases me to know they are still with me always, in spirit. Walking by my side, loving and supporting me until that day we are all togather again.
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You Never Said Goodbye
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.
~Author Unknown~
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The moment that you left me, my heart was split in two; one side was filled with memories; the other side died with you. I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep; and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheek. Remembering you is easy, I do it every day; but missing you is a heartache that never goes away. I hold you tightly within my heart and there you will remain; you see life has gone on without you, but will never be the same.
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~*May the light of heaven shine on your grave*~ Irish BLESSING
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WWII VETERAN
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Service: 2 pm Thursday at First United Methodist Church of Alvarado, Visitation 6 pm to 8 pm Wednesday at Clayton Kay-Vaughn Funeral Home.
Memorials: In lieu of flowers, memorials maybe made to First United Methodist Church of Alvarado.
He was proceeded in death by his parents Alvah and Ivy (Walker) Mahanay.
Survivors: Wife of 60 years, Wilma Mahanay, son Brandle Lee Mahanay and wife Ellen of Joshua; daughters Beverly Kaye Short and husband Jim of Alvarado, Jan Huffman and husband Paul of Burleson, Tina Lynne Eder of Mineral Wells; grandchildren Jason John Woolard, Lacey Michell Eder, James Short, III, Charlotte Pyonk, Michael Huffman, Russ McGallian, Paula Youngblood; great-grandchildren Jillian Kaye Woolard, Passion Short, Thomas Pyonk III, Dylan Pyonk, Kylee Youngblood, Gracie Youngblood; brother Eddie Dale Mahanay of Bedford; sister Louetta Bull of Fort Worth and numerous nieces and nephews and a host of friends.
Fort Worth Star-Telegram
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Alvah Brandle Mahanay, Jr known by most as A. B. or Junior was a retired dairyman. You don't know hard work until you've run a dairy. A dairyman has no sick days, no vacation days, no days off. You work 7 days a week, no weekends off. Up at 4:00 in the morning, winter or summer. After you milk the cows, clean the barn, put out hay, fix fences, feed the calves and what other chores need to be done it's time to milk again. That's the life of a dairyman. That was the life of my dad. We grew up seeing how it is to work hard for your family.
Born and raised in Alvarado, Texas my dad and his family lived in a rural area known as Cotton Valley, located between Alvarado and Venus. The family stayed there farming up until the mid or late 30's. Alvah was the fist son of Alvah Mahanay, Sr and Ivy Walker Mahanay.
Their family left the farm life and moved to Fort Worth when my dad was a young man. By the 10th grade he realized school did not agree with him so he dropped out and went to work. He worked a various jobs until wartime. Once the war broke out all of his uncles, who were only a few years older than him, started to signed up for service. He of course wanted to join them and eventually convinced his parents to sign for him to join the navy, at the young age of 17. My grandmother would tell a story that the day he left for duty he hugged her and said "I love you Mama" he apparently never called her that, hearing his uncles call her Ivy. He served four years in the navy during WWII and then returned home to Fort Worth. It was a few years later he met my mother Wilma Leach. A blind date set up by the boyfriend of my mom's oldest and dearest friend resulted in 61 years of marriage and four children.
My dad worked only a few jobs during the time we were growing up. He worked at Conver, later called General Dynamics and now known as Lockheed in Fort Worth. And worked for several years in the mid 60's at Bell Helicopter. The rest of the time he was a full time dairyman at our home in Alvarado.
In 1960 he moved our family to Alvarado, back to his roots and his family roots. The Mahanay family came to Alvarado in 1874 and settled in a small farming community between Alvarado and Venus. My dad worked as a dairyman until 1978, at that time he suffer a severe heart attack and was forced to retire early. My parents lived a couple of more years in the country, but eventually sold their farm and moved to town in Alvarado.
After retirement my dad and my mom spent every day together for the next 30 plus years. They were never far from each other's side. They never spent a night apart unless one or the other was in the hospital. My mom would often say, we can go for hours without talking, but pretty much knew what the other one is thinking before they say it. Just perfect companions, side by side in their recliners.
My parents set a wonderful example for their children to live up to. They were hard working, good honest people. And they set an example for a perfect marriage, too. Not too many people can say they have had one life time partner, one true love, but my parents could.
My dad was not a faithful church goer in his later years, but my mom was there every Sunday. He often watch church on the television on Sundays. He was just not a big social person, family was all that he really care to see. I miss his visits to our house. He would pop in after I moved my business to the house, we would sit and talk and soon he was on his way back home to check on my mom. I loved those visits and I still catch myself looking for him to pop in. I knew when he was coming because I could hear him mumming a tune when he would walk across the yard, it was always the same one. He loved all of his kids, but he especially loved his grandkids and great grandkids. They were a joy to both my parents.
One thing I could say for my dad, he loved to eat. He was not ever overweight, because he was small in stature all his life. Oh, how he loved our family get togethers and especially the holiday meals. It was amazing to see such a small man could eat. He loved his desserts best of all.If you cut him a piece of cake that was too small, or what he thought was too small, he would ask "is this a sample".
Our parents were always there for each other and always there for each of us kids growing up and on into our adult years. As adults if we needed a place to live when things got hard in our lives, and they did for all their daughters at times. Each of us divorced and need some help to get on our feet. And fortunately we always knew the door was open to us to come back to their home. They were happy to take us in, no matter how crowded it made their home or if it was inconvenient for them. We always knew we had a home with them, no questions asked. After the loss of both my parents I realized that having someone love you and be there for you no matter what happened was over. A spouse will love you, yes, but a parents love is different, it goes so much deeper than any love can.
There is a hole so big in my heart now from the loss of my parents.... time will surely heal this pain. At least that is what I'm told.It does please me to know they are together again, a couple once more. And it pleases me to know they are still with me always, in spirit. Walking by my side, loving and supporting me until that day we are all togather again.
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You Never Said Goodbye
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.
~Author Unknown~
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The moment that you left me, my heart was split in two; one side was filled with memories; the other side died with you. I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep; and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheek. Remembering you is easy, I do it every day; but missing you is a heartache that never goes away. I hold you tightly within my heart and there you will remain; you see life has gone on without you, but will never be the same.
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~*May the light of heaven shine on your grave*~ Irish BLESSING
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WWII VETERAN
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Alvah Brandle Mahanay, Jr, 83, passed into the Lord's hands Sunday, April 5, 2009
Service: 2 pm Thursday at First United Methodist Church of Alvarado, Visitation 6 pm to 8 pm Wednesday at Clayton Kay-Vaughn Funeral Home.
Memorials: In lieu of flowers, memorials maybe made to First United Methodist Church of Alvarado.
He was proceeded in death by his parents Alvah and Ivy (Walker) Mahanay.
Survivors: Wife of 60 years, Wilma Mahanay, son Brandle Lee Mahanay and wife Ellen of Joshua; daughters Beverly Kaye Short and husband Jim of Alvarado, Jan Huffman and husband Paul of Burleson, Tina Lynne Eder of Mineral Wells; grandchildren Jason John Woolard, Lacey Michell Eder, James Short, III, Charlotte Pyonk, Michael Huffman, Russ McGallian, Paula Youngblood; great-grandchildren Jillian Kaye Woolard, Passion Short, Thomas Pyonk III, Dylan Pyonk, Kylee Youngblood, Gracie Youngblood; brother Eddie Dale Mahanay of Bedford; sister Louetta Bull of Fort Worth and numerous nieces and nephews and a host of friends.
Fort Worth Star-Telegram
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Alvah Brandle Mahanay, Jr known by most as A. B. or Junior was a retired dairyman. You don't know hard work until you've run a dairy. A dairyman has no sick days, no vacation days, no days off. You work 7 days a week, no weekends off. Up at 4:00 in the morning, winter or summer. After you milk the cows, clean the barn, put out hay, fix fences, feed the calves and what other chores need to be done it's time to milk again. That's the life of a dairyman. That was the life of my dad. We grew up seeing how it is to work hard for your family.
Born and raised in Alvarado, Texas my dad and his family lived in a rural area known as Cotton Valley, located between Alvarado and Venus. The family stayed there farming up until the mid or late 30's. Alvah was the fist son of Alvah Mahanay, Sr and Ivy Walker Mahanay.
Their family left the farm life and moved to Fort Worth when my dad was a young man. By the 10th grade he realized school did not agree with him so he dropped out and went to work. He worked a various jobs until wartime. Once the war broke out all of his uncles, who were only a few years older than him, started to signed up for service. He of course wanted to join them and eventually convinced his parents to sign for him to join the navy, at the young age of 17. My grandmother would tell a story that the day he left for duty he hugged her and said "I love you Mama" he apparently never called her that, hearing his uncles call her Ivy. He served four years in the navy during WWII and then returned home to Fort Worth. It was a few years later he met my mother Wilma Leach. A blind date set up by the boyfriend of my mom's oldest and dearest friend resulted in 61 years of marriage and four children.
My dad worked only a few jobs during the time we were growing up. He worked at Conver, later called General Dynamics and now known as Lockheed in Fort Worth. And worked for several years in the mid 60's at Bell Helicopter. The rest of the time he was a full time dairyman at our home in Alvarado.
In 1960 he moved our family to Alvarado, back to his roots and his family roots. The Mahanay family came to Alvarado in 1874 and settled in a small farming community between Alvarado and Venus. My dad worked as a dairyman until 1978, at that time he suffer a severe heart attack and was forced to retire early. My parents lived a couple of more years in the country, but eventually sold their farm and moved to town in Alvarado.
After retirement my dad and my mom spent every day together for the next 30 plus years. They were never far from each other's side. They never spent a night apart unless one or the other was in the hospital. My mom would often say, we can go for hours without talking, but pretty much knew what the other one is thinking before they say it. Just perfect companions, side by side in their recliners.
My parents set a wonderful example for their children to live up to. They were hard working, good honest people. And they set an example for a perfect marriage, too. Not too many people can say they have had one life time partner, one true love, but my parents could.
My dad was not a faithful church goer in his later years, but my mom was there every Sunday. He often watch church on the television on Sundays. He was just not a big social person, family was all that he really care to see. I miss his visits to our house. He would pop in after I moved my business to the house, we would sit and talk and soon he was on his way back home to check on my mom. I loved those visits and I still catch myself looking for him to pop in. I knew when he was coming because I could hear him mumming a tune when he would walk across the yard, it was always the same one. He loved all of his kids, but he especially loved his grandkids and great grandkids. They were a joy to both my parents.
One thing I could say for my dad, he loved to eat. He was not ever overweight, because he was small in stature all his life. Oh, how he loved our family get togethers and especially the holiday meals. It was amazing to see such a small man could eat. He loved his desserts best of all.If you cut him a piece of cake that was too small, or what he thought was too small, he would ask "is this a sample".
Our parents were always there for each other and always there for each of us kids growing up and on into our adult years. As adults if we needed a place to live when things got hard in our lives, and they did for all their daughters at times. Each of us divorced and need some help to get on our feet. And fortunately we always knew the door was open to us to come back to their home. They were happy to take us in, no matter how crowded it made their home or if it was inconvenient for them. We always knew we had a home with them, no questions asked. After the loss of both my parents I realized that having someone love you and be there for you no matter what happened was over. A spouse will love you, yes, but a parents love is different, it goes so much deeper than any love can.
There is a hole so big in my heart now from the loss of my parents.... time will surely heal this pain. At least that is what I'm told.It does please me to know they are together again, a couple once more. And it pleases me to know they are still with me always, in spirit. Walking by my side, loving and supporting me until that day we are all togather again.
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You Never Said Goodbye
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.
~Author Unknown~
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The moment that you left me, my heart was split in two; one side was filled with memories; the other side died with you. I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep; and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheek. Remembering you is easy, I do it every day; but missing you is a heartache that never goes away. I hold you tightly within my heart and there you will remain; you see life has gone on without you, but will never be the same.
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~*May the light of heaven shine on your grave*~ Irish BLESSING
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WWII VETERAN
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Service: 2 pm Thursday at First United Methodist Church of Alvarado, Visitation 6 pm to 8 pm Wednesday at Clayton Kay-Vaughn Funeral Home.
Memorials: In lieu of flowers, memorials maybe made to First United Methodist Church of Alvarado.
He was proceeded in death by his parents Alvah and Ivy (Walker) Mahanay.
Survivors: Wife of 60 years, Wilma Mahanay, son Brandle Lee Mahanay and wife Ellen of Joshua; daughters Beverly Kaye Short and husband Jim of Alvarado, Jan Huffman and husband Paul of Burleson, Tina Lynne Eder of Mineral Wells; grandchildren Jason John Woolard, Lacey Michell Eder, James Short, III, Charlotte Pyonk, Michael Huffman, Russ McGallian, Paula Youngblood; great-grandchildren Jillian Kaye Woolard, Passion Short, Thomas Pyonk III, Dylan Pyonk, Kylee Youngblood, Gracie Youngblood; brother Eddie Dale Mahanay of Bedford; sister Louetta Bull of Fort Worth and numerous nieces and nephews and a host of friends.
Fort Worth Star-Telegram
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Alvah Brandle Mahanay, Jr known by most as A. B. or Junior was a retired dairyman. You don't know hard work until you've run a dairy. A dairyman has no sick days, no vacation days, no days off. You work 7 days a week, no weekends off. Up at 4:00 in the morning, winter or summer. After you milk the cows, clean the barn, put out hay, fix fences, feed the calves and what other chores need to be done it's time to milk again. That's the life of a dairyman. That was the life of my dad. We grew up seeing how it is to work hard for your family.
Born and raised in Alvarado, Texas my dad and his family lived in a rural area known as Cotton Valley, located between Alvarado and Venus. The family stayed there farming up until the mid or late 30's. Alvah was the fist son of Alvah Mahanay, Sr and Ivy Walker Mahanay.
Their family left the farm life and moved to Fort Worth when my dad was a young man. By the 10th grade he realized school did not agree with him so he dropped out and went to work. He worked a various jobs until wartime. Once the war broke out all of his uncles, who were only a few years older than him, started to signed up for service. He of course wanted to join them and eventually convinced his parents to sign for him to join the navy, at the young age of 17. My grandmother would tell a story that the day he left for duty he hugged her and said "I love you Mama" he apparently never called her that, hearing his uncles call her Ivy. He served four years in the navy during WWII and then returned home to Fort Worth. It was a few years later he met my mother Wilma Leach. A blind date set up by the boyfriend of my mom's oldest and dearest friend resulted in 61 years of marriage and four children.
My dad worked only a few jobs during the time we were growing up. He worked at Conver, later called General Dynamics and now known as Lockheed in Fort Worth. And worked for several years in the mid 60's at Bell Helicopter. The rest of the time he was a full time dairyman at our home in Alvarado.
In 1960 he moved our family to Alvarado, back to his roots and his family roots. The Mahanay family came to Alvarado in 1874 and settled in a small farming community between Alvarado and Venus. My dad worked as a dairyman until 1978, at that time he suffer a severe heart attack and was forced to retire early. My parents lived a couple of more years in the country, but eventually sold their farm and moved to town in Alvarado.
After retirement my dad and my mom spent every day together for the next 30 plus years. They were never far from each other's side. They never spent a night apart unless one or the other was in the hospital. My mom would often say, we can go for hours without talking, but pretty much knew what the other one is thinking before they say it. Just perfect companions, side by side in their recliners.
My parents set a wonderful example for their children to live up to. They were hard working, good honest people. And they set an example for a perfect marriage, too. Not too many people can say they have had one life time partner, one true love, but my parents could.
My dad was not a faithful church goer in his later years, but my mom was there every Sunday. He often watch church on the television on Sundays. He was just not a big social person, family was all that he really care to see. I miss his visits to our house. He would pop in after I moved my business to the house, we would sit and talk and soon he was on his way back home to check on my mom. I loved those visits and I still catch myself looking for him to pop in. I knew when he was coming because I could hear him mumming a tune when he would walk across the yard, it was always the same one. He loved all of his kids, but he especially loved his grandkids and great grandkids. They were a joy to both my parents.
One thing I could say for my dad, he loved to eat. He was not ever overweight, because he was small in stature all his life. Oh, how he loved our family get togethers and especially the holiday meals. It was amazing to see such a small man could eat. He loved his desserts best of all.If you cut him a piece of cake that was too small, or what he thought was too small, he would ask "is this a sample".
Our parents were always there for each other and always there for each of us kids growing up and on into our adult years. As adults if we needed a place to live when things got hard in our lives, and they did for all their daughters at times. Each of us divorced and need some help to get on our feet. And fortunately we always knew the door was open to us to come back to their home. They were happy to take us in, no matter how crowded it made their home or if it was inconvenient for them. We always knew we had a home with them, no questions asked. After the loss of both my parents I realized that having someone love you and be there for you no matter what happened was over. A spouse will love you, yes, but a parents love is different, it goes so much deeper than any love can.
There is a hole so big in my heart now from the loss of my parents.... time will surely heal this pain. At least that is what I'm told.It does please me to know they are together again, a couple once more. And it pleases me to know they are still with me always, in spirit. Walking by my side, loving and supporting me until that day we are all togather again.
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You Never Said Goodbye
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.
~Author Unknown~
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The moment that you left me, my heart was split in two; one side was filled with memories; the other side died with you. I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep; and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheek. Remembering you is easy, I do it every day; but missing you is a heartache that never goes away. I hold you tightly within my heart and there you will remain; you see life has gone on without you, but will never be the same.
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~*May the light of heaven shine on your grave*~ Irish BLESSING
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WWII VETERAN
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