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    “I hear a voice you can not hear. Which says I must not stay. I see a hand you can not see. Which beckons me away.”

    The only thing you take with you when you’re gone is what you leave behind
    — John Allston

    There is more peace somewhere.
    There is more peace somewhere.
    I’m gonna keep on ’til I find it.
    There is more peace somewhere.
    — African American Hymn

    I cannot think of them as dead who walk with me no more;
    along the path of life I tread they but are gone before.
    — Fredrick Lucian Hosmer

    In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them.
    In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them.
    In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.
    In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.
    In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them.
    In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them.
    When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them.
    When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them.
    When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember them.
    So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.
    — From Sylvan Kamens & Rabbi Jack Riemer

    “Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself. Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here. Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go. Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.” ~Pueblo Blessing ~

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
    Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

    W.H. Auden

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Smith, Laura Mae (Welch)

Posted on May 7, 2024 by swinnea

Laura-Smith-1714990221September 13, 1936 – May 5, 2024

With heavy hearts and tearful eyes, we said farewell to a remarkable soul who touched the lives of everyone around her. Laura Smith, our beloved Gram Gram, mother, great-grandmother, and friend, passed away May 6th, just five days after her devoted husband, bringing to a close a love story that spanned 66 beautiful years.

Laura was preceded by her mother, father, and brother. She is survived by her son and “Daughter in Love,” five grandchildren, seven great grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and way too many friends to count. There was also a huge number of beloved adopted family that she loved dearly and without hesitation.

Laura was a woman of unwavering faith with God at the center of her heart and her life. Her dedication to her family knew no bounds, and her love for each one of us was a guiding light that will forever guide our paths.

As a dedicated employee of the VA hospital, Laura poured her heart into caring for others until her well-deserved retirement. Despite her petite frame, she possessed a strength and fierceness that inspired all who knew her, not to mention a whit that could be unmatched! Her resilience in the face of life’s challenges was a testament to her fierce spirit.

Laura’s pride and joy were her grandchildren and great-grandchildren whom she cherished beyond measure. Her eyes would light up with pride whenever she spoke of their accomplishments, and her love for them knew no bounds.

In her passing, we find solace in knowing that Laura and Smitty are reunited once more, together for eternity. Though our hearts ache with the emptiness left by her departure, we take comfort in the memories of her love, her warmth, and her unwavering presence in our lives.

Goodbye, Gram Gram. Your legacy of faith, love and strength will live on in the hearts of all who were blessed to know you. Rest in peace, knowing that you are forever cherished and deeply missed.

The family will receive friends from 5:00pm to 7:00pm on Tuesday, May 7, 2024 at Byrum Funeral Home Chapel. Graveside service will be at 10:00am on Thursday, May 16, 2024 at DFW National Cemetery.

IN LIEU OF FLOWERS, the family requests that everyone bring or send your favorite Laura story! They want to make a book of memories and would love to include yours! Memorials may also be made to The American Heart Association in hopes of finding a cure for CHD at https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/jeffreyhasheart OR https://jeffreyhasheart.org/

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