Grandma I Miss You!

 

I Miss Those Kisses!

Grandma HATES the camera!

 Grandmas New Blankie!

Perfect to me in every way!

April 5, 2008

1:05 P.M.

Our heavenly father has taken my grandma, My mother, and My best friend.

Being given the opportunity, to lovingly take care of my grandmother Janice La Rae Everts for the last year has only been a blessing. Above is the rag quilt I gave her for Christmas. She passed away with that very blanket covering her, as if she were wrapped in my arms. I miss her more than words can describe, and my heart is very heavy. Not a day passes without her voice, laughter, and wisdom running through my head.

 

En Voyage

There's a ship sailing on to a harbor,

To a heaven of comfort and rest;

It's a ship of God's fashion and making,

And it's voyage by Him will be blest,

It departen with silence and beauty,

With the Master Himself, in command;

As with dignity truly majestic

It sailed out of sight of all land.

There will always be clear skies above it;

There will always be calmness below;

There will never be storms to harass it,

For the Master is on it you know,

And His wisdom will carry it safely

To the port of His infinite peace,

Where the light of His love will protect it

With a blessing that will never cease.

You have watched it sail onward and outward,

With a tear of regret in your eye,

For a loved one was sailing upon it,

And there's grief when your saying goodbye.

But your tears would be tears of rejoicing,

And your heart would be happy and free,

If you could look for only a moment

On that ship that is sailing to sea.

For the one you have loved is at leisure,

With no worry or trouble or care;

There's contentment beyond understanding,

In the way God's passengers fare.

And you'd known from your own observation

That the sailing was joyful - not grim,

For it means a new life and new living,

And a sweet, closer contact with him.

Oh, the solace there is iin the knowledge,

life is life and it always will be,

And it's simply a change in direction

When we sail on His ship out to sea.

And the tears we shed for our loved ones

Are in truth shed for us left behind,

For it hurts to give up to the master,

Tho we know he is gentle and kind.

So believe in His great and good wisdom,

Trust in him, as you patiently wait;

On His ship God is ever the pilot,

And the one you have loved is the mate.

Janice La Rae Golden Everts

January 18, 1942 - April 5, 2008

Forever loved...... I will see you soon grand ma ma.

Your little angel with horns will see you soon.