This poem was written by my daughter Leigh Ann on the way back to Conneticut from Missouri after visiting Aunt Edith in the hospital. My mother and her two sisters had it printed on the memorial card. Aunt Edith you are missed very much and there is an empty place in my heart that will never be filled.
Dedicated To Edith L. Murray
February 9, 1911---March 9, 1993
FINAL
THOUGHTS
There you lie, on your death bed |
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God loves you, I, Mother, and everyone |
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And that makes me want to be like you more |
by Leigh Ann Marie Messier
Aunt Edith loved hummingbirds, so these are approiate graphics for her page. I remember one summer when we were at the lake and she was setting on the porch of the cabin. We hear her calling us, when we got to the front porch we couldn't belive what we saw. There setting on the tip of her toes was a hummingbird.