Special     Tributes

A Walk with Grandma

- By Jenny Brotherton, Grand-daughter

We walked along and your words held me - transfixed in time Taken to a place I'd never be.

 Your eyes would shine, as you spoke of love and so strong and true. You held my imagination, and your hand in mine.

 I saw the connection, the continuation of our family line. The passing away of the old and the birth of the new

All this from you.

Remembering Our Dad

- By Eileen Zimmerman, Daughter

When Father's Day comes around every year, We remember the love in your eyes; Recalling your trust and faith in our god. How you refused to believe satan's lies.

 You encouraged those around you each day, And you prayed for the sick and the lame. The power of His love flowed freely through you, As you shared Jesus' love without shame.

 Now you've passed from death to eternity; But in our hearts you still have a place, And because you are no longer on this earth, Your family will "run the good race!" 

Picking up your desire to see others whole, Your sons and daughters march on - Jeanne, Charlotte, Jack, Eileen, Chris and Frank and your beloved Jennie - - Our Mom!

 So because you're not here to tough other lives, In a world that needs Jesus so bad, We all want to help "fill in the gap"- Remembering you inspires us, DAD!!

As Grandma Forgets, I Need to Remember

- By Laura Umfleet, Grand-daughter

My Grandma Jennie has forgotten who I am. She has Alzheimer's disease so she has forgotten many things. But I'm starting to forget, too -- forget the Grandma before Alzheimer's. Sometimes it seems like she's always been this way. So I need to always remind myself of who she is. Oh, not that she likes plants and the color red and all that. But I need to remember who she WAS.
Because who she WAS is a wise, caring woman of god, ministering love to everyone. Who she WAS is who I will hug and hold in heaven when we meet.

 And because who she WAS is who she really IS behind the foggy mist. And someday, Christ will meet her in those same clouds that now envelop her. He will take her by the hand to the place He has prepared for her.
And she will remember, Grandma has forgotten many things ...
for now

..and I cry

- By Jenny Brotherton, Grand-daughter

I wonder if a part of her is already in heaven the part that has already left us
...and I cry.

 For all that is really her is gone And the look is gone The look of recognition the look that tells me she knows and loves me
...and I cry.

 As I see the light grow dimmer As I see the colors fade, turning slowly to black an white As I watch her slip further into the dark place of forgetfulness, I reach desperately for her but cannot hold her
...and I cry

 My loss. For she knows nothing and is content She doesn't miss what she cannot remember

 But I miss it And I remember
...and I cry.