Memorial~In Loving Memory April 7, 2008; Your 1 Year Heavenly Anniversary

Estelle, put this in the T & D back home in J-town PA

In Loving Memory

 of 

MARGE PARKINSON

Who went to live with the Angels 

April 7, 2007

Life without you has been a struggle,

As well as a challenge.

We thank you for the gifts of 

fortitude, wisdom and laughter.

And most of all...love and friendship

You are Loved and Deeply Missed!

Daughter/Son-in-law: 

Estelle and Henry S-

Daughter/Son-in-law:

Valerie and Russ C-

Grandchildren: Zachary and Madison,

Granddogs:Gracie, Petie & Cotton

Woof Woof

Grammy

I WISH YOU WERE HERE... MOM

I Wish You Were Here... MOM
I know you are dancing with the Angels on the streets made of gold...
Margaret C. Parkinson
May 16, 1943- April 7, 2007


I miss my MOM, she went home to be with the Lord April 7, 2007
She wasn't sick, she took no medications and had no health issues....
but yet died a tragic death of hemorrhaging to death...
I don't understand it all.. but I do know she is in heaven and that Mark Harris's song "I Wish You Were Here" is such a blessing to me as well as "Mother I Miss You, by John Tesh and Dalia



WISH YOU WERE HERE

Artist: Mark Harris

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khc-7jAsmZI&feature=related

(To HEAR the song; The video was all I could find with the song)

I wanted to tell you how closely I’ve kept

The memories of you in my heart

And all of the lifetimes that we had to share
..

But don’t cry for me

‘Cause I’m finally free


To run with the angels

On streets made of gold

To listen to stories of saints new and old

To worship our Maker

That’s where I’ll be

When you finally find me

No don’t you be weary cause waiting for you

Are wonders that you’ve never known

Just hold on to Jesus, reach out for his hands

And one day They’ll welcome you home

And that’s when you’ll be

Finally free

Finally free

To run with the angels

On streets made of gold

To listen to stories of saints new and

To worship our maker

That’s where I’ll be

When you finally find me

I wish you were here, I wish you were here

And all of the dreams that you treasure

Will soon come together

And that’s when your sorrow will find tomorrow

And you will rise again

To run with the angels on streets made of gold

To listen to stories of saints new and old

To worship our maker that’s where you’ll be

When you finally find me


We’ll run with the angels on streets made of gold

We’ll listen to stories of saints new and old

We’ll worship our maker that’s where we’ll be

When you finally find me


I wish you were here

MOTHER I MISS YOU

MOTHER I MISS YOU
By John Tesh & Dalia 1998

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXkB9W_DxHc

(To HEAR the song; The video was all I could find with the song)

Is it me?
Or have I deceived myself
I thought I heard you call my name
Out in the pouring rain
I really thought
I though I saw your face but after a second look
I sure made a clear mistake
Mother I miss you
And nights I just wish you were here with me
So we could laugh and talk again
Mother I miss you
But I'll just kiss you
And send it on the way
Cause you know I plan too see you again
So much I wanted to show you
So much I wanted to give
I thought our time would be much longer
Missing my best friend
Mother I miss you
And nights I just wish you were here with me
So we could laugh and talk again
Mother I miss you
I miss you
But I'll kiss you
And I'll send it on the way
Cause you know I plan to see
You Again

3 more days

3 more days... till your one year anniversary. 

I hope I can get through the weekend, I am working so I suppose 

that will help. Monday April 7, is the day... I will try to keep busy 

but I am sure my thoughts will be of you all day.

If Roses Grow in Heaven

If roses grow in Heaven Lord

Please pick a bunch for me.

Place them in my Mother's arms

and tell her they're from me.

Tell her I love her and miss her,

and when she turns to smile,

Place a kiss upon her cheek

and hold her for a while.

Because remembering her is easy,

I do it everyday,

But there is an ache within my heart... still. 

That will never go away.

~~~Tears~~~

If tears could build a stairway,

and memories were a lane, 

I would walk right up to heaven 

to bring you home again. 

No farewell words were spoken 

no time to say goodbye 

you were gone before I knew it, 

and only God knows why. 

My heart still aches in sadness 

and secret tears still flow, 

what it meant to lose you, 

no one will ever know. 

-Anonymous