For the bravest person I've ever known, my sister, Arlene Joyce Bouche' Deau, who died of breast cancer in 1972 after a long and painful journey to be with her Lord.
She was only 42 and left seven children.
She was my hero. Not only was she brave in her journey but she was my protector in life.
I was always very small and she never let anyone pick on me.
SHE WAS MY HERO.
God Bless you and keep you my dear sister.
You have left this world but not my heart.
I SEEMED TO HEAR HER SAY
I gazed upon her earthly shell
Through tears that cloudy day,
And as I stood there wondering why
I seemed to hear her say.
Weep not for me because I'm gone.
Weep for yourselves instead.
Weep for the living. Weep for the dying.
But do not weep for the dead.
For I'm not here within this shell
My soul's with God above.
I've left this world to claim my place
In a heavenly world of love.
We've known some laughter and some tears,
They were a part of life.
We've known some sorrow and some fears,
Some anger and some strife.
Rejoice with me, for where I am
There are no tears to shed!
There is no sadness, strife or sorrow;
Only the living dead.
For die we must, to a world of sin,
To gain our place above.
Then die again to earthly ties....
To go with Him in love.
Yes! I am alive in heaven above,
And only joy I sing.
Praise God! For I am now at home
Where angels' voices ring.
Weep not for me because I'm gone.
Weep for yourselves instead.
I'm in My Master's palace now.
To the world I'm only dead.
Copyright © 2002 Carol Bouche' Ottlinger