From Mitchell News:
Wesley P Love, mourns the loss of a baby boy, which died yesterday afternoon. Funeral today at 4 p.m.
Bedford Weekly Mail
Bedford, Indiana
Friday, July 26, 1901
Mitchell Commercial
July 25, 1901
Paris V. Love, the 2 year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Wesley P. Love, who had been sick several days with summer complaint, complicated with whooping cough, died Monday about 4 o’clock and was buried in the Mitchell cemetery at 4 o’clock Tuesday afternoon. Funeral services were conducted at the residence by Rev. Hutcherson.
Paris was a bright little fellow, a patient sufferer and struggled hard for life against the warm weather and disease, but everything, it seemed was against him. At times he would seem to brighten up and appeared much better, but all the while he was growing weaker, and Monday afternoon the frail constitution, weakened by long suffering, gave up the uneven battle and the little soul passed up to tits maker. This is the first loss in the family and the sympathy of all extended to parents and relatives, not that we can by sympathy soften the pangs of sorrow, which will for years return with the sight of a half-worn slipper, a ball, or some little garment that has been laid away in his memory., but it lightens the burden to know that other hearts are touched and that our sorrow is their sorrow. We write these lines from bitter experience and know full well that the greatest sorrow comes when life passes out. In such cases time alone can lift the burden and what we can say only shows that we are in sympathy with those bereaved, but after we have finished, the burden is there and can only be borne by those upon whom it falls directly.
Wesley P Love, mourns the loss of a baby boy, which died yesterday afternoon. Funeral today at 4 p.m.
Bedford Weekly Mail
Bedford, Indiana
Friday, July 26, 1901
Mitchell Commercial
July 25, 1901
Paris V. Love, the 2 year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Wesley P. Love, who had been sick several days with summer complaint, complicated with whooping cough, died Monday about 4 o’clock and was buried in the Mitchell cemetery at 4 o’clock Tuesday afternoon. Funeral services were conducted at the residence by Rev. Hutcherson.
Paris was a bright little fellow, a patient sufferer and struggled hard for life against the warm weather and disease, but everything, it seemed was against him. At times he would seem to brighten up and appeared much better, but all the while he was growing weaker, and Monday afternoon the frail constitution, weakened by long suffering, gave up the uneven battle and the little soul passed up to tits maker. This is the first loss in the family and the sympathy of all extended to parents and relatives, not that we can by sympathy soften the pangs of sorrow, which will for years return with the sight of a half-worn slipper, a ball, or some little garment that has been laid away in his memory., but it lightens the burden to know that other hearts are touched and that our sorrow is their sorrow. We write these lines from bitter experience and know full well that the greatest sorrow comes when life passes out. In such cases time alone can lift the burden and what we can say only shows that we are in sympathy with those bereaved, but after we have finished, the burden is there and can only be borne by those upon whom it falls directly.
From Mitchell News:
Wesley P Love, mourns the loss of a baby boy, which died yesterday afternoon. Funeral today at 4 p.m.
Bedford Weekly Mail
Bedford, Indiana
Friday, July 26, 1901
Mitchell Commercial
July 25, 1901
Paris V. Love, the 2 year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Wesley P. Love, who had been sick several days with summer complaint, complicated with whooping cough, died Monday about 4 o’clock and was buried in the Mitchell cemetery at 4 o’clock Tuesday afternoon. Funeral services were conducted at the residence by Rev. Hutcherson.
Paris was a bright little fellow, a patient sufferer and struggled hard for life against the warm weather and disease, but everything, it seemed was against him. At times he would seem to brighten up and appeared much better, but all the while he was growing weaker, and Monday afternoon the frail constitution, weakened by long suffering, gave up the uneven battle and the little soul passed up to tits maker. This is the first loss in the family and the sympathy of all extended to parents and relatives, not that we can by sympathy soften the pangs of sorrow, which will for years return with the sight of a half-worn slipper, a ball, or some little garment that has been laid away in his memory., but it lightens the burden to know that other hearts are touched and that our sorrow is their sorrow. We write these lines from bitter experience and know full well that the greatest sorrow comes when life passes out. In such cases time alone can lift the burden and what we can say only shows that we are in sympathy with those bereaved, but after we have finished, the burden is there and can only be borne by those upon whom it falls directly.
Wesley P Love, mourns the loss of a baby boy, which died yesterday afternoon. Funeral today at 4 p.m.
Bedford Weekly Mail
Bedford, Indiana
Friday, July 26, 1901
Mitchell Commercial
July 25, 1901
Paris V. Love, the 2 year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Wesley P. Love, who had been sick several days with summer complaint, complicated with whooping cough, died Monday about 4 o’clock and was buried in the Mitchell cemetery at 4 o’clock Tuesday afternoon. Funeral services were conducted at the residence by Rev. Hutcherson.
Paris was a bright little fellow, a patient sufferer and struggled hard for life against the warm weather and disease, but everything, it seemed was against him. At times he would seem to brighten up and appeared much better, but all the while he was growing weaker, and Monday afternoon the frail constitution, weakened by long suffering, gave up the uneven battle and the little soul passed up to tits maker. This is the first loss in the family and the sympathy of all extended to parents and relatives, not that we can by sympathy soften the pangs of sorrow, which will for years return with the sight of a half-worn slipper, a ball, or some little garment that has been laid away in his memory., but it lightens the burden to know that other hearts are touched and that our sorrow is their sorrow. We write these lines from bitter experience and know full well that the greatest sorrow comes when life passes out. In such cases time alone can lift the burden and what we can say only shows that we are in sympathy with those bereaved, but after we have finished, the burden is there and can only be borne by those upon whom it falls directly.
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