In Loving Memory

Of My Dear Mother

Eunice V. (Stricklin) Twomey

Feb. 25, 1926 - Oct. 26, 2003

Widow of John Sherman Twomey

Significant Other - Jack Schidler

Mother of James Jackson Twomey, Clara Diane Bradley.

Preceded in death two sons: Johnny Roger and Sherman Gay Twomey. Father and Mother John and Elizabeth Stricklin

sister of Roy, Ira, Ralph, Ruth Brewen and Wanda McBride. Grandmother of 13 and great-grandmother to many.

 

 

It only takes a word or two,
to jog my memory back;
To thoughts and things of yesterday,
Those "pieces of the past".

When I was small and the world seemed large,
I listened and I learned;
To things my mother had to say,
With great love and much concern.

To bring back only one more day,
I'd give so very much;
To hear those little worthwhile things,
Or feel that special touch.

So to our children we pass the things,
That are instilled in us to last;
And go with us forever more,
Those "pieces of the past".


I miss you so much mommy!

I hear your voice in the wind, your words upon my tongue

How much I miss the days, when your grandchildren were young.

When I hear a special word or feel you in the night,

It makes me remember and long for the day before God took you into His Light!

 

Good-bye Mommy

I ask Jack and Jesus to come get her and lead her away
Her body was tired and weary and couldn’t stay

Now, I feel her presence. I feel her leaving
But staying. I feel like crying out and grieving.

Seeing her lie there Her soul gone.
Her life done. Seeing her lie there.
So peacefully. Going to a land so fair.

Why do I feel happy for her? Oh right!
Now I remember mommy. Your going to heaven.
No worries, no pain or sorry no cold lonely night.

She was chosen by the best.
She’ll spend eternity riding those steel horses with Jack
And when we need her strength and guidance she will be back.

So I stepped outside to say good-bye
Now staring up at the stars
I felt her there. I asked mom,
Is it like we image? What do you want me to do?
“Little things don’t matter now,” Mom replied.
I was happy, but missed her.
I knew she was satisfied.

A breeze came across and it was softer than usual.
I knew it was here and knew that we don’t understand how little things
Don’t really matter the only thing that counts is LOVE.

"Mommy and Me"

"I love you mommy," Diane.

 

   

 

 

 

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