KATHY SADLER LINDSEY
Kathy Sadler Lindsey,47, loving mother, wife, daughter, sister and child of God, went to be with the Lord on Wednesday, November 29, 2000 after a long battle with cancer. Mrs. Lindsey was a dedicated and devoted teacher for 24 years. Mrs. Lindsey was a Christian and a life-long member of Holy Trinity United Methodist Church. She is survived by her loving family, her husband, 2 sons, 2 daughters and a son-in-law, her parents, 2 sisters and a brother-in-law.
Mrs. Lindsey was one of a kind, always had a smile on her face and a kind word for everyone. She was loved by everyone who knew her, especially the children she taught. She holds a special place in our hearts and our memories.
My daughter, Rachel, adopted this angel in memory of Mrs. Lindsey.
From Matthew |
DO NOT WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am that swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
AUTHOR: Mary E.Frye, 1932
"THE DASH"
I read of a reverend who stood to speak
at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth…
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard…
are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left.
(You could be at "dash mid-range.")
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile…
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
with your life's actions to rehash...
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash?
Author/Copyright: Linda Ellis
Mrs. Lindsey, my favorite teacher died at 1:30 in the morning. She was my most favorite of the teachers. The reason I liked her so much is that she was nice and had a sense of humor. But I like everything about her, like her vanilla cologne, how she read books to us after lunch, the way she giggled and the way she helped me with something I didn't understand. But before I stop, I just want to ask one question..why did she have to have cancer? Why did she have to die? I just want to know why.
By:Rachel-age 10
All is Well
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well.
By: Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
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Too Soon
God called you home,
too soon, too soon,
for you still had so many stories to read,
you still had so much living to do.
You left us here alone,
too soon, too soon,
but the sweet scent of vanilla on the breeze
will always bring our thoughts to you.
Your smile is gone from us,
too soon, too soon,
but your laughter lives on inside our hearts,
along with all your kind words, too.
Why did you have to go,
too soon, too soon?
Did God need an angel, helpful and sweet,
to teach in Heaven's classroom?
By: 2001 Suzanne Mazer Stewart
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