This weekend my sister, the cute little girl in the front of the family photo above, would have turned another year older. I would have purchased a card and put money in it, then sent it as a surprise to her mailbox. I wrote about her untimely death in July, so I won’t repeat my words. Instead, today I offer this tribute:
I didn’t buy a card today, the way I always do,
Nor breeze by the local bank to gift a Grant to you.
I didn’t call with birthday wishes on your special day
Not for any lack of love, but you have gone away.
You left us all so suddenly, goodbyes were never said,
We recoiled in total shock, couldn’t believe that you were dead.
So this year I’ll wing my wishes up toward the skies,
Rejoicing in the blessed hope that heaven is your prize.
Author Patricia Lee
In Memory of
Joyce Christine Hedlind Mathews
September 23, 1952- July 1, 2018
Trusted sister, faithful wife, devoted friend
I Corinthians 15:55-57 (KJV)
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.