Today Aunt Wilma entered God's kingdom of heaven.
She lived nearly 90 years on earth and blessed each of us who knew
her with her laugh and gentle soul. She will always be a "Sinclair girl"-
4 sisters who put family first and knew the value of that connection.
The lower photo was taken in 1939 - the upper in 1995. Ironically
they all lined up the same way 56 yrs later with Aunt Wilma in the middle
of the top row. Although it doesn't look it, the photos were taken in the
same spot - their parents home where cousin Tom & Lynn live now.
The poem below was written by my cousin Alan's friend Joyce.
She captured the last moments beautifully.
To my cousins Alan, Libby and Chris my deepest sympathy and love.
Tears and Comfort
Tears of sympathy flowed from his heart as he watched her slip away
But his tears were not for her, they were for those who’d stay.
The years had taken their toll on her body and her mind
And he knew that letting her go now was the act that was most kind.
And as family members stopped in to say their last good byes,
His thoughts turned to their years of sharing, and tears swelled in his eyes.
He thought of brighter times when laughter and kinship ruled the day
When sisters hugged and shared secrets and talked the night away
He thought of the history shared amongst the family’s blood.
He thought of ties that never break and that seal the bond of love.
His mind knew all too well that the end was coming soon,
And he fought back his tears, to comfort the others in the room
And while a piece of his heart was breaking he heard a trumpet blow.
It was the sound of peace, and it brought comfort to his soul.
Tears of sympathy flowed from his heart as he watched her slip away
But his tears were not for her, they were for those who’d stay.
The years had taken their toll on her body and her mind
And he knew that letting her go now was the act that was most kind.
And as family members stopped in to say their last good byes,
His thoughts turned to their years of sharing, and tears swelled in his eyes.
He thought of brighter times when laughter and kinship ruled the day
When sisters hugged and shared secrets and talked the night away
He thought of the history shared amongst the family’s blood.
He thought of ties that never break and that seal the bond of love.
His mind knew all too well that the end was coming soon,
And he fought back his tears, to comfort the others in the room
And while a piece of his heart was breaking he heard a trumpet blow.
It was the sound of peace, and it brought comfort to his soul.
2 comments:
What beautiful pictures of the Sinclair girls! Your Mom looks so much like you in the early picture of the girls, so beautiful.
Again, my condolences to you and your family during this difficult time.
Blessings,
Sue
I'm so sorry to hear about the passing of your Aunt Wilma. What lovely pictures of the girls...what a special bond they have shared.
My thoughts and prayers are with your family.
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