Carthage Mo. - Alexandra
Dawn Reed , daughter of Nick Reed
and Leslie Hines , both of Carthage ,
was stillborn at 8:30 a.m. Friday ,
April 4th 1997 , at Freeman Hospital
West , Joplin .
Additional survivors include pa-
ternal grandparents , Ed and Kayle
Peacher , Carthage ; maternal grand-
parents , Lorraine Hines and Charlie
and Betty Lyden , all of Pittsburg ,
Kan.
Graveside services will be at 4
p.m. Monday at Park Cemetery ,
Carthage . David Cook , minister , will
officiate .
Arrangements are under the di-
rection of Ulmer Funeral Home ,
Carthage .
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Children who die are not really gone, But go to a place that is something like home, Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone, Until we can join them when our lives are done. Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed, Wait the long wait while we go ahead, Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed. Children who die feel no pleasure or pain. In the place where they wait till they see us again, And all of us dance in a world washed with rain. Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.
~Author Unknown
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Carthage Mo. - Alexandra
Dawn Reed , daughter of Nick Reed
and Leslie Hines , both of Carthage ,
was stillborn at 8:30 a.m. Friday ,
April 4th 1997 , at Freeman Hospital
West , Joplin .
Additional survivors include pa-
ternal grandparents , Ed and Kayle
Peacher , Carthage ; maternal grand-
parents , Lorraine Hines and Charlie
and Betty Lyden , all of Pittsburg ,
Kan.
Graveside services will be at 4
p.m. Monday at Park Cemetery ,
Carthage . David Cook , minister , will
officiate .
Arrangements are under the di-
rection of Ulmer Funeral Home ,
Carthage .
¸.•..¸.•*¨)♥¸.•*¨) )♥ ¸.•..¸.•*¨
♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥ ( (¸.•.. (¸.•.. ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥
Children who die are not really gone, But go to a place that is something like home, Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone, Until we can join them when our lives are done. Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed, Wait the long wait while we go ahead, Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed. Children who die feel no pleasure or pain. In the place where they wait till they see us again, And all of us dance in a world washed with rain. Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.
~Author Unknown
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Inscription
The Sitting Time
Don`t listen to the foolish unbelievers
who say forget.
Take up your armful of roses and
remember them ,
The flower and the fragrance .
When you go home to do your sitting
in the corner by the clock ,
and sip your rose thorn tea .
It will warm your face and fingers
and burn the bottom of your belly .
But as her gone-ness piles in white
crystal drifts ,
It will be the blossom of her moment .
The warmth on your belly ,
The tiny fingers unfolding ,
The new face you`ve always known .
That has changed you.
Take her moment and hold it ,
as every mother does .
She will always be
your daughter .
And when the sitting is done you`ll find ,
bitter grief could never poison ,
the sweetness of her time .
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