EAST THOMAS DAYS From hopscotch to climbing trees We stayed as busy as two little bees. Using bedposts as Elvis we played a lot There are so many things that we forgot. We laughed alot and rode in cars We even grew up and went to bars. We married young and had children We were in awe and love smitten. We kept in touch all through the years Only God knows the number of our tears. Yes, we met Him and our friendship grew more We both have loved ones on Heaven's shore. Her baby boy Chris went ahead of her Memories of him within her still stir. So this page is for Sharon, my life long friend And her son, whose life too soon had to end. I hope that you too have a friend like Sharon Who is pretty, funny & even kind and carin'. This picture you see is of her with brown hair Don't you love the smile that shows she cares? That handsome young man with her on the right Is Chuck, and he still breathes and holds her tight. Her husband is Truman and he is a hoot He loves her very much and he is also cute. So, "To Sharon" I say with a smile on my lips Now she is the one with tiny hips. See, growing up we both were named Sharon But I'm the one with the devotional named Sharin'. If you have a friend that you love like this Please send me an email that just says kiss. Sharon I love you and Jesus does too I wish I could see your face when I send this to you. Please email me and tell me about your friend.

This is Chris. The picture isn't so good, but let me tell you, this is one good looking guy. He is missed by all of his family, including his fiance Susan. (The man with the beard is Truman.)

My husband wrote the following for me, but I want to share it here and dedicate it to my friend Sharon: At some moment in eternity, many ages ago, God decided to create the world and everything in it. God the Father formed each item and each being to be a unique creation. God the Son instilled within each creation the fluid which would carry life throughout it, being sap in trees or blood in living beings. Then, God the Spirit breathed life into creation. Into each part of creation a special gift was added; whether it was an intelligence, a beauty, or just an ability to preserve itself in its surroundings didn't really matter. It was a gift from God, and that made it special. As the years continued to pass, many gifts were handed out to the beings that were created. There were those blessed with the gift to write poetry and song. There were those of such mathematical genius that they could develop a science of math. There were some blessed with such a beauty that they were envied by all around them. Many of these gifted creatures used their gifts wisely in a way that brought service to all mankind, but many did not. One day, as special gifts were being handed out, God the Father looked down at a young baby about to be born. He said, "I am going to give to this child an extra portion of 'heart' that more compassion will be available. However, this will bring an extra opportunity for pain and hurt." God the Son replied, "Then I will supply an extra portion of love, to guide and protect as much as can be done in such a fragile life." God the Spirit said, "I must supply a name for such a creation. As such a heart full of love and compassion will rise up like a flower above the desert plains, why not the name 'Rose'?" "No," replied the Father, "my Son will be that rose. It is He who will supply the love through His own blood. This creation will be but a vessel to share it with others. Without His love, there would only be a dried up desert, without a rose bud in sight." "Then I know what she must be named," said the Spirit as he whispered her name to the parents. "May she keep the 'rose' weeded out and clear for others to see. For she will be named after the desert plain itself. Her name will be called Sharon." You are a rose to me.