The infant son of Mr. and Mrs. Orthie Eads died Tuesday night about one o'clock. The little one was just five days old and remained long enough to fill a warm place in the young parents' hearts. All that loving hands could do was done, but to no avail. A voice that we could not hear said come. Our Heavenly Father works in a mysterious way. We are likened unto the flowers; sometimes we go out to pick a bouquet of roses. We pick full blown ones, half blown ones and tiny buds. Sometimes the aged ones are chosen like the full blown rose, other times it is those in the prime of life like the half blown ones, but this time it was the tiny bud that was plucked away from the parent stem. We know not why. We extend our heartfelt sympathies to the bereaved ones.
contributed by Sandy Miller #48850283
contributed by Sandy Miller #48850283
The infant son of Mr. and Mrs. Orthie Eads died Tuesday night about one o'clock. The little one was just five days old and remained long enough to fill a warm place in the young parents' hearts. All that loving hands could do was done, but to no avail. A voice that we could not hear said come. Our Heavenly Father works in a mysterious way. We are likened unto the flowers; sometimes we go out to pick a bouquet of roses. We pick full blown ones, half blown ones and tiny buds. Sometimes the aged ones are chosen like the full blown rose, other times it is those in the prime of life like the half blown ones, but this time it was the tiny bud that was plucked away from the parent stem. We know not why. We extend our heartfelt sympathies to the bereaved ones.
contributed by Sandy Miller #48850283
contributed by Sandy Miller #48850283
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