Alean Whitfield Program

F ROM Y OUR G IRLS Thank you mom

You molded and made the three of us into loving, and kind individuals. We will miss you and your great knowledge that you always bestowed upon us. Rest easy mom we know you're in good hands. We love you with all of our hearts. -Deb As much as I'd like to think I was Mom's favorite child, I know she truly didn't have one. We were all her favorite in one way or another. As the baby of the family I spent MOST of both my childhood and my adulthood with mom. I moved away over the years but only for a short period of time and then right back to my parents. They both were my refuge, safe haven, and protectors. They were the security for my child when I was away, the comfort for me when I had to make important life decisions. I had NOTHING to worry about because my home and my mom and dad were always waiting if I needed them. I remember as a child mom taking care of me, teaching me about God, and wanting me to have most of the things I desired. Where you were stern, firm and strict, you were also understanding, kind and considerate. I remembered all those time in growing up when you went against your better judgement and allowed me to do things to make ME happy. You supported me in my education, my time in the music industry, and even my attempt at entrepreneurship. You always encouraged and believed in me. This is why as you grew older, it was easy and the right thing to do to take care of you. I loved being able to give back to you because of what and who you were to me. I promised you I would NEVER leave you and I kept that promise. Mom you were THE strongest woman I have ever known (although I can see your strength in my daughter Passion now) I appreciated everything about you mom. Even in your later years, you continued to be concerned about me even when you couldn’t do for yourself; you were always making certain that I could handle the task of taking care of you. I will hide all the memories in heart and forever be shaped by your love, care and wisdom.

T HE W ATCHER She always leaned to watch for us Anxious if we ere late,

In winter by the window, In summer by the gate. And though we mocked her tenderly Who had such foolish care, The long way home would seem more safe, Because she waited there. Her thoughts were all so full of us, She never could forget, And so I think that where she is She must be watching yet. Waiting ‘til we come home to her Anxious if we are late Watching from Heaven’s window