Eddie Clay

Memorial service to be on Jan 13 2012, Noon.

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Father Tom Shea will be doing my mom’s memorial service on Jan 13 2012. I joked about the lucky 13th, and he joked back about the bad rap God gets on many things by people, the 13th will be as beautiful day as all the days God gives us. This is the kind of thing my mom would have said.

Father Shea asked me to put together a small memoranda of my mother’s life, focusing on the good things.

Well, here’s a start…She was born Margaret Rose Jones on March 20, 1935. Here is a birth record. Although I am not sure if it is all that official, “Baby Girl Jones” has a ring to it.

Margaret Rose Jones Birth Foot

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2 responses to “Memorial service to be on Jan 13 2012, Noon.”

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    wanderman

    The tough thing obviously, coming out of the holidays was to face going back to work. I received a lot of condolences from people around the world, which was in odd way for me, nice. My perspectives on things these past few weeks have changed forever, and one of those things is remembering those who took the time to say a few words.

    I thought my CEO’s email to me was pretty cool.

    From: Clayton Weimer
    Sent: Wednesday, January 04, 2012 12:00 AM
    To: Paul Blundell
    Subject: Re: Personal

    Thank you Paul.
    My Mom was and always will be a great force in my life, and this is indeed very comforting.
    Clay

    On Jan 3, 2012, at 3:42 AM, Paul Blundell wrote:

    Dear Clay

    Please accept my deepest condolences on the loss of your mother, my thoughts are with you during this difficult time. I have included a poem below which I found comforting on the loss of my parents and I hope it also does so for you

    All Is Well
    Death is nothing at all,
    I have only slipped into the next room
    I am I and you are you
    Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
    Call me by my old familiar name,
    Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
    Put no difference in your tone,
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
    Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
    Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
    Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
    Life means all that it ever meant.
    It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
    Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
    I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
    Just around the corner.
    All is well.
    Henry Scott Holland
    1847-1918
    Canon of St Paul ‘s Cathedral

    With my deepest sympathy

    Paul

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  2. Before I Begin… – Clayton Edwin Weimer

    […] Yes, this has been a Yama Tsunami for our family.  But I will remember the advice the late Father Thomas Shea gave me several years ago when my mother passed away: […]

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