memorium

In Loving Memory

Background music-"If Tomorrow Never Comes"

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things, we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
that an Angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready, in heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind, all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you, and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized, that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home,
when God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne.
He said "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.
Today for life on earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things, you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand, and share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

Author--David M. Romano

Bonnie pic

Bonnie Lerome Winchester Edwards, born June 16, 1930. She married Willard Wade Edwards on July 9, 1949. They had four children, Phillip, Shirley, Karen, and Kenneth. They now have 8 grandchildren, 5 of which were born before she passed away.

My mother was truly one of the gentle souls on this earth. She was a very devoted daughter, wife, friend, mother, and grandmother. She would do anything for anyone in need. She worked very hard and was happy to have the simple things in life. Her family was her biggest joy in life. She adored her grandchildren. She was a Sunday School Teacher at Northern Park Baptist Church for many years.

She passed away on March 6, 1992, after being diagnosed with a glioblastoma brain tumor 4 months earlier. She was 61 years old.

She was truly my best friend and I will forever miss her. As will everyone who was blessed to know her.

Willard Wade Edwards, born March 2, 1929. He married Bonnie Lerome Winchester on July 9, 1949. They had four children, Phillip, Shirley, Karen, and Kenneth. They now have 8 grandchildren, 6 of which were born before he passed away.

My father was a kind hearted man. He was run over by a timber truck as a child and was slightly crippled from that accident. He was born of Cherokee Indian decent and was one of ten children. He worked very hard as an upholsterer.

He passed away on November 18, 1993, after being diagnosed with lung cancer 3 months earlier. He was 65 years old.

He had such an affect on my life and I will forever miss him.

Earl Thomas Bratcher, born April 21, 1931. He married Rita Trefry Ross on July 3, 1965. He had four children from a previous marriage, Reda, Tony, Teresa, and Tommy. She had six children from a previous marriage, Thomas (Mike), Cindy, Patrick, Beth, Stephanie, and Charles. They have 24 grandchildren, 2 step grandchildren, and 3 great grandchildren between them.

I never considered him anything else but my father. He came into my life when I was 8 years old. Over the years we shared many common interests. He was always there for me with good advice. He retired from Western Electric and Sears & Roebuck. He worked two jobs to support his new large family.

He passed away on December 26, 1993, of kidney failure after having angioplasty. It was a sudden and difficult blow to our family. He was 62 years old.

I owe everything that I am today, to him, and was blessed to have him a part of my life.

Thomas Michael Ross, born September 14, 1950. He married Billie and they had one daughter, Madeline.

Mike was my oldest brother. I looked up to him and asked his advice about many things. As we grew older, we went our seperate ways and we didn't have the closeness that we once had. Mike served in the Vietnam War and worked as a trucker for many years. He loved his motorcycle and worked as a motorcycle mechanic toward the end of his short life.

He passed away on July 22, 1992, from complications due to agent orange exposure from the Vietnam War. He was 41 years old.

I will remember him always with fondness and love.

Cynthia Ann Ross Hart, born June 29, 1954. She had two children, Mary and Emily, during her marriage. She had one grandchild.

Cindy was my oldest sister. She was always there for me as I was growing up and always gave me good advice. She suffered from lupus for many years. A disease that would not allow her to work.

She passed away January 14, 1998, from a brain aneurysm due to the lupus. She was 43 years old.

I admired her greatly for her fight against the disease. I loved her and will always miss her greatly.

My mother, Bonnie, had asked that I read the following poem at her funeral. It helped me, to somehow know that she really isn't gone from me. I have remembered this poem with the passing of each of our very special family members. I want to share it with you, maybe you know someone that could benefit from it as I have. I don't know the author, if you do, please email me so that I may give credit to that person.

DON'T STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow,
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning's hush,
I am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds incircled flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.

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