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In Remembrance Of

Edna Louise Divis Wayman

February 20,1938 - May 19, 2004

   

When daybreak streams through morning clouds,
and I'm not there to see
I hope you'll wipe the tears from your eyes, as you remember me
My time on earth has ended and you must walk alone
But please remember the time we shared for that will linger on.
 

Don't weep at lost tomorrow's, for I am here you see,
My memory will rest inside you, just as yours does in me.
Don't waste your tears and sorrow, don't dwell on yesterdays.
God sent an angel for me, and now I'm home to stay
 

God sits upon His golden throne encircled with a light
It shines throughout the heavens all day and through the night
I snuggle close to Jesus, his arms encircle me
And when I look into His eyes, its only love I see
 

Don't weep because I've left you, my body's finally free
I feel no pain as you do, when you remember me
Eternity is glorious, my days are filled with joy
Remember what He promised us, eternity forever more

 Poem written and copyrighted by Sand

used with permission

When I came into this family, meeting you for the 1st time, this large family welcomed me with open arms. The one who opened her arms the widest along with her heart was Edna. She became one of my closest friends, my confidant, my hero, and my mother-in-law. She was many things to all of us. We shared shoes, secrets, advice, recipes, and a mother-daughter in law love and respect. Over the years she has taught me how to cope, endure, and prevail against the odds. She has shown me how to laugh, love, and accept. All these things I will take with me because of her.

 

 Edna,  . . . Mom, . . .. Has given each of us many gifts to take with us throughout our lives. My memories of her will keep her alive and close to my heart. I believe all one can ask is to be remembered well. Edna Louise Divis Wayman will always be remembered not only well, but also with admiration and love.

 

The Angels have received a gift, but Mom will always be in my heart. This is not “goodbye”, but only “till we meet again”.

 

This page created by Patricia Wayman in loving memory of my mother-in-law

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