It's been one year since we lost our beloved mother, grandmother, wife, sister, and friend to all Dallas (also known as Sissy). Few people have shown as brightly in the lives of so many. Dallas' family will be together to honor her life and the cherished time we had with her. Dallas, you are not forgotten, nor will you ever be.
As long as life and memory last, we will remember thee.
As we remember her life today, we can’t focus on what we have lost, we must remember the gifts and lessons she has taught us in the past and that she continues to teach us into the future. Dallas Wickham Grodman was a master teacher. She continues to teach us still. Her lessons are all around us—with the love of a wife, the pride of a mother, the doting of a grandmother, the strength of the oldest sibling, and the support of a valued friend.
She has moved on to her final teaching assignment—teaching us and guiding us every day as she watches over the larger classroom of our lives.
So therefore, once more, with apologies to the Bard,
“Good night, [dear Dallas], and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”
—Hamlet
Memorial & photos at www.mem.com
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven: A time to give birth, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted. A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to tear down, and a time to build up. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance. A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing. A time to search, and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep, and a time to throw away. A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together; A time to be silent, and a time to speak. A time to love, and a time to hate; A time for war, and a time for peace.
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