"My song has ended but the melody will linger on in the hearts of those who love me"


In Loving Memory of our precious angel Gordon Wayne Arnette
Beloved Son, Brother and Uncle
July 28, 1974 ~ October 3, 2006 

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Years fly by like autumn leaves,
But heartache and tears remain,
All we have left is precious memories
Of you, for today, for tomorrow,
And until our life is through....

A Mother's Child
A mother's child is every breath that she takes,
walking hand in hand, they are every step that she makes.

And as their steps will grow to strides,
still a child, in mother's eyes.

Every ache and pain they shall feel,
mother will share and with love she will kneel.

She will pray to God to take care of her child,
to protect and guide them through every mile.

Her child is the very core of her soul,
from baby in arms to an adult they will grow.

For to a mother, her child will stay,
the precious infant she held that day.

_{If we could have a lifetime wish
A dream that would come true,
We'd pray to God with all our hearts
For yesterday and You.
A thousand words can't bring you back
We know because we've tried...
either will a thousand tears
we know because we've cried...
You left behind our broken hearts
And happy memories too...
But we never wanted memories
We only wanted You}

There is always a face before me,
A voice I would love to hear,
A smile I will always remember,
Of a brother I loved so dear.
Deep in my heart lies a picture,
More precious than silver or gold,
It's a picture of my brother,
Whose memory will never grow old.

 
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Will we forget or stop loving you?
No! Not now…not ever.
As this day is upon us,
oh, how our hearts still hurt.
But even as I mourn your death,
we will always celebrate your birth.
It was the happiest day of our lives.

"As angels keep their watch up there,
Please, God, let Gordon, know
That we down here, do not forget,
we loved him and miss him so. "