Love and miss you’re true heart, the singing together in Florida in the car while we were traveling all over with Aunt Mary; the pranks you pulled on Richard and I, and the goofing off. The fun time of BBQing (including the one only you could have made — with a barrel and a bus wheel — what a kick).To the years we known each other; our being together in youth group, the cool vw bug with silly hood ornaments and the cars you and Richard hung out in, and the silly things we did as kids, . To you’re bright smile which encompassed everyone when you were happy. I with you were here to be with the family for future events, but as that is not to be: May God keep you safe in the palms of His hands until we meet again. Trish In The Garden Dedicated to Darren, My BrotherI come to the garden aloneWhile the dew is still on the rosesAnd the voice I hear falling on my earThe Son of God discloses. And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there,None other has ever known.He speaks, and the sound of His voice,Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known.I’ll stay in the garden with HimThough the day around me is fading,The Lord bids me stay; through the voice of woeHis voice to me is calling. Darren now walks with Him, and talks with Him And tells Him he is his own; And the joy Darren shares as he tarrys there, None other has ever known.God Bless##imported-begin##Patricia (Trish) Bailey##imported-end##
