Birth date: Sep 15, 1931 Death date: Aug 16, 2010
The life of Barbara Jane Jenkins Reid, born September 15, 1931, came to an earthly end on August 16, 2010. She was much loved by her family: husband, Wayland; 6 children; Randee, Laurie, Rob, Rich, Russ and Rodger; 16 grandchildre Read Obituary
I enjoyed Barbara's wonderful friendship when we were in Florida. She always welcomed you into her 'winter home' with a smile. She was a great cook too and willing to help with meals and picnics. We will definately miss her. Hermine & Ron
From ancient times, mankind has mourned its losses. Every culture has its way of expressing grief. There is even evidence that animals express grief and mourn for those that are no longer with them. It is a sad fact that many people choose not to set aside time to mourn the death of a loved one. This is unfortunate because mourning is necessary for the mental health of the living and it is also a way of paying respect to the dead
We will love and miss you very much, and will never be forgotten
I give my love, strength and courage to all family and friends. We lost a great woman. May she rest peacefully!
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.I do not sleep.
Gone but not forgotten,
Love Bobby
Everything on earth has its own time and its own season. There is a time for birth and death, planting and reaping, for killing and healing, destroying and building, for crying and laughing, weeping and dancing, for throwing stones and gathering stones, embracing and parting. There is a time for finding and losing, keeping and giving, for tearing and sewing, listening and speaking. There is also a time for love and hate, for war and peace.
In honor of Barb Reid. My favorite memory of you is being 10 years old and receiving a potato doll in the mail from you. I wish I was there to properly say goodbye and give you a final hug. I was there in spirit.
Love,
Erica Reid
