Mother Shiral Ann Stidham's Obituary
When we are children, we are happy and gay
And our MOTHER is young and she laughs as we play,
Then as we grow up, she teaches us truth
And lays life's foundation in the days of our youth
And then it is time for us to leave home
But her teachings go with us and all that we did
When we were so often just a "bad, little kid"
We will often remember and then realize
That Mothers Are Special and wonderfully wise...
And as she grows older, we look back with love
Knowing that Mothers are "gifts" from above
And when she "goes home" to receive her reward
She will dwell in God's Kingdom and "Keep house for the Lord
She'll "light up" the stars that shine through the night
And keep all the moonbeams "sparkling and bright."
Then with the dawn she'll put the darkness away
As she "scours" the sun to new brilliance each day...
So dry tears of sorrow, for Mothers don't die...
They just move in with God and "keep house in the sky."
And there in God's kingdom, Mother's watch from above
To welcome their children with their UNDYING LOVE!
What’s your fondest memory of Shiral?
What’s a lesson you learned from Shiral?
Share a story where Shiral's kindness touched your heart.
Describe a day with Shiral you’ll never forget.
How did Shiral make you smile?
