* In Memory Of ......

In Memory Of Those Who Are Gone But Still Loved And Not Forgotten.......

Life Should Not Be A Journey Into The Grave With The Intentions Of Arriving Safely In An Attractive Well Preserved Body, But Rather Too Skid In Sideways Knowing You've Fought Your Battles With Grace, Held Your Faith Through Insurmountable Odds And Learned Your Lessons In Life;

Your Body Thoroughly Used Up, Totally Worn Out, Screaming ....

 

' WOOO HOOOOO !!!!! What A Ride !!! '

 

 

(rewritten by myself)

Author Unknown

 

 

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Winnett Milton Parshall - 10/04/1902 to 7/24/1084

He was a good, kind Man with a strong sense of Family, He loved the Lord, the land and everyone he held dear. His Friends called Him Bill, but He was also Daddy, Grandpa and Great-Grandpa...His memory will live on in our hearts.

Gracie Belville (Parshall) - 2/23/1909 to 12/25/87

Grandma Gracie Parshall left us with memories of homeade bread, cakes, pies, jellys and a whole lot of love; We had Christmas and Thanksgiving at Grandma and Grandpas house, Grandma babysat sometimes for a long time and she had her favorites but each of us didn't go without a present for Christmas. She'll stay with us through our memories.

Lawrence Milton Parshall - 9/7/1935 to 5 /13/1957

He Drowned swimming at Horseshoe Lake, Wauna, Washington.

Barbara Jean Stallings (Parshall, Lyda) 12/23/1930 to 3/7/1992

To My Children, Grandchildren and All Who Love Me

 

Someday it will be time for me to pass over into God's other dimension, when I do, I choose to have a memorial service in a park of a field, no open casket to view, no service in a church. Since God is in all places, nature is also His church. I know that for you to go on with your life, mourning is necessary, so cry for what you feel you have lost, even knowing that I am not lost. That the many feelings and any help I may have given will stay behind me to comfort you. If you must cry, cry also for the joy that will be given me, when I am in His care.

 

I would like someone to read this poem to comfort you;

I love you 

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there,

I do not sleep,

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am thew diamond glint of snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain, When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the sweet uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there,

I do not sleep.

 

  (Author unknown) 

 

Make the love I have given to you a part of you and give some away, for that will be a benediction to us both and an everlasting monument to my name.

 

Mother (Bobbie) Aug. 30th 1978 

 

Paul W Bence - 9/10/1929 to 11/18/1981

He loved his wife and her children (as if they were his own). He lived life to the fullest.

Grayson R McCain - 2/26/1908 to 9/1989

And

Margaret McCain - 3/28/1909 to 7/1982

Bobby Eddy Lyda 12/3/1926  to  8/31/1983