IN
LOVING MEMORY
OF
OUR GRANDPARENTS
TIMOTHY OWENS
AND
OPEHLIA DANIEL OWENS
I WAS GLAD WHEN THEY SAID
UNTO ME, LET US GO INTO
THE HOUSE OF THE LORD.

PSALM 122                                                              
                         
                  Timothy Owens and Ophelia Daniel Owens


Not a day goes by that you are not remembered for something you said  or  did.
You, who believed in God and family, instilled in your children your beliefs and values.
You left us with precious memories.
Thank you for your unconditional love and understandingng  
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Poem by Alfred Tennyson
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