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Queenie

Their daughter was a tiny wisp of a thing And boy, could that charming five-year-old sing! She out sang everyone in our pew. Her melodious voice was pure too. Their daughter was called Queenie. Her personality was anything but teeny. Our entire Methodist church rallied around her. She was so sweet, amazingly godly and pure. Queenie went to heaven on a summer’s day. That horrible thing called cancer took her away. I had a dream and I saw her walking on wings of a dove. This helped me know she was safe in the arms of God above.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/25/2022 11:38:00 AM

Reminded me of Debbie Ridgeway, a student in my sixth-grade class who died of cancer over the summer. We just never know. Hers, however, is the only name I remember from that class over fifty years ago! Isn't that interesting?

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/25/2022 9:35:00 PM

A classmate of mine named Chris Carter died of cancer in my 6th grade class. We had been working on a giant card for her - she was at Mayo Clinic for a long time. One boy Danny never did his part. The teacher kept giving him extra time. Infuriating me. Chris never got the card thanks to his stupid extra time.