A trip back home….

My Great Aunt Sarah passed away on Friday, and today we traveled to Hamilton for her funeral. She was physically and mentally handicapped, and had spent most of her life in a home. It was a sweet, sweet funeral.

Hamilton is the town my mom grew up in, so she took the girls to see where she grew up.

This was the house she lived in until she was in tenth grade.

This was the house that her parents built brand new, her tenth grade year. It had so much growth around it, we couldn’t even see the front of it! It was right down the street.

Her grandmothers house was at the other end of the street, but is not there anymore. All that is left is her storm shelter, her goldfish pond, and her shed.

She remembered this as a huge goldfish pond, and it was just a small square.

This was the great,great grandmother that Anna was named after.

This is a poem, that my Ma-Maw Maxine wrote and read at Sarahs funeral

On February 17th, 1948 early that morn, into our family an angel was born.

She never talked like her sisters and brothers…she could never run and play like all the others.

She never went to public school, but she was a teacher of the golden rule.

She taught me to be thankful for blessings I receive everyday that so many take for granted as they go on their way.

To be thankful that I can bathe and dress myself like others.

That I can speak and express my feelings to sisters and brothers.

In this life, Sarah was without many things. But on August 31st she got a new set of wings.

Now she can soar like the eagle way above the sky.

She wont ever hurt again, and never ever cry. We feel sad that she is gone, but we should be happy because she has made it home.

When we see her again, she wont be the same. She wont be blind, and she wont be lame. She’ll have a new body and be able to sing

in the heavenly choir…praises to the king!

If you want to go there, you’ll have to prepare and make a reservation for a home up there.

Through Jesus Crist, Gods only son. The one and only way this can be done.

So Sarah, I’m not saying goodbye, because I plan to see you again, when it’s my time to fly.