This next poem is by our Grandaughter Kimberly (KIM), she wrote it shortly after God took her Grandma to his Beautiful Garden in Heaven. Kim was not able to be with us when Carol left. This is her Poem to Her Grandma. I need not say anything more, the Poem will explain the Love for Her Grandma.
                                                                            Thank You Kim
I Never Had A Chance

   I never had a chance,
     To kiss you, one last time.
   I never had a chance,
     To help you, take that climb.
   I never had a chance,
     To hold you tight.
   I never had a chance,
     To help you, through the fight.
   I never had a chance,
    To say, how I love you.
   I never had a chance,
     To hear you say, "I Love You Too."
   I never had a chance,
     To show you, how I cared.
   I never had a chance,
     To tell you, I was scared.
   I never had a chance,
     To say, "Good-Bye."
   Please Forgive Me, While I cry.

       ~Kimberly Householder
The next Poem I found in a book before Carol was Taken. After finding it I read it to her. She whispered back, "Beautiful."
It was written by Louis L'Amour who wrote Western Novels and was my favorite Author. Louis L'Amour passed away, but his Books and Poems Carry his Memory on.
Rose Of Memory

I turned the leaves of an ancient book
  A book that was faded and worn -
And there 'tween the leaves I found a Rose,
  A tiny Rose, and a thorn.

Where are the lips that kissed that Rose
  And the hands so soft and white,
That gave to me that Rose of Love,
  The Love we pledged that night?

Long since those days have passed away,
  And we have drifted apart.
The Blood Red Rose has faded now -
  But the Thorn rests deep in my Heart.

~ Louis L'Amour
The Header Pic on this page was created by me from a photograph of Little Deer Lake above Gold Valley. It is just 1 of 46 lakes in a 7 mile area and is our favorite lake. It is also the hardest lake to get to from the Gold Valley floor. As you view the picture you are looking North.

Carol once jumped into the lake around the first of July, only to scream and scramble back out. The lake is feed by springs and was ice cube cold.  We all laughed and she laughed back panting saying, "that water is freezing."
"Heavens Treasure"

This page was last updated on: March 7, 2006