Ladies & Gentlemen:
I deeply regret the passing of my lovely wife CHARLOTTE at 10:50PM
(CDT) in the ICU unit at U.A.B. Medical West in Bessemer, AL. I had the love
of my life for 43 years; as we got married on the snowy/rainy/foggy night of
December 13th, 1968. Charlotte was a good woman/mother/grand-mother/
cook/and homemaker. She was a senior CAREGIVER to others less fortunate
or without any one to help them in a crisis situation. Thank you one and all
in advance for your kindness/support/thoughts/prayers/and concerns. I will
be off the air for a few days grieving over her loss~~!
My prayers are with you. May the Father wrap His arms around YOU and carry you during this time.
May you find come comfort in this poem as I have over the years.
"THE ROSE STILL GROWS BEYOND THE WALL"
Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fail?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive:
The rose still grows beyond the wall.
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will for evermore.
by A. L. Frink