Roxanne (Maxine} and I have have lost a dear friend. We shared some memorable times together. Laughing, driving around the country side, looking through antique stores, sharing holidays with her family, playing cutthroat card games with her and my Mom Alice, enjoying her home cooked meals, and homemade strawberry rhubarb pies, We enjoyed listening to her back in the day stories and perusing through her photo albums. We even traveled to her upstate NY beloved area and town. Thank you for making us a a part of your family. We love and miss you Jan..
My sincere condolences to the entire Hicks family. I remember Mrs. Hicks first from Blue Birds and then during my high school years when she was a friendly, helpful presence amongst the staff members. This poem always helps me deal with loss, and hopefully it will bring you all some comfort. Denise Reed Lamoreaux
I am standing on the seashore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone."
Gone from my sight that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone"
there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes!"