Shirley T. Prager
January 23,1924-January 12,2007
You will always be in our hearts.
A copy of this poem (old and yellowed) was found on Nanny's bulletin board, this is how she would want to be remembered for it was the giving to others that gave her the most joy.
To Remember Me--A Poem by Robert N. Test
by Robert N. Test, American Poet
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
things about her that I'll never forget.....
The way she loved her family so much with all her heart and soul, and how she cherished every minute of them
The way she never threw anything away---she saved every plastic cool whip container and every plastic bag
The way she gave of herself, even when it was hard or she was tired.
How she was so involved in her community, church and neighborhood, she had too many friends to count.
The way she always remembered everyone's special days.
Her home cooking, her card playing, her conversation
The way she always sat on the end of the table so she could get up if anyone "needed anything"
HOw she always told everyone how much she loved them and how special they were to her.
How she spent time with me when I was a little girl, teaching me to sew and cook and do girl things (I wish you were here to teach me more things now...)
The way she loved music and played the piano.
The way she hugged and never wanted to let go.
The lunches she packed "for the road"
I miss you Nanny....your life touched mine in so many ways, ways that I am still realizing to this day.
We rejoice you and your long, beautiful and meaningful life
:)
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