by: Paola Luz
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with your tears.
Be happy that we had so many years.
I gave you my love. You can only guess
how much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you have shown,
but now it's time I travel alone.
So grieve awhile for me if you must,
then let your grief be comforted by trust,
If only for a while, that we must part.
So bless the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call me, and I will come,
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near.
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
all my love around you soft and clear.
And then when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile, and
Life is a play. It's not its length, but its performance that counts.
by: Lynn Turney
Someday my earthly life will end
I will not fear -- there will be a friend.
A loving, gentle, wonderful one
To walk with me when life is done.
Along a grassy path we'll stroll,
And I will know a peace untold.
Old friends, old loves and family
All waiting there to welcome me.
My present "self" will be no more,
For I'll be home, at Heaven's door.
In Loving Memory Of My Father
Ross Q. Bingham
A part of you has grown in me,
Together forever we shall be;
Maybe in distance,
But not in heart.
Life is eternal, and love is immortal, and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
--Rossiter Worthington Raymond
When we have done all the work we were sent to Earth to do,
we are allowed to shed our body, which imprisons our soul
like a cocoon encloses the future butterfly.
And when the time is right, we can let go of it, and we will be
free of pain, free of fears and worries--as free as a very beautiful butterfly, returning home to God ...
from "A Letter to a Child With Cancer."
When you come to the edge of all the light you know
and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,
faith is knowing one of two things will happen;
there will be something solid to stand on,
or you will be taught how to fly.
Ross Q. Bingham was born October 31, 1908 in Burdette township, Hand County, South Dakota to George Byron and Mary Edna Kenyon Bingham. From 1920-1926, the family lived in Benson, Minnesota, where Ross graduated from Benson High School in 1926.
Following graduation, he spent two years in Braddyville, Missouri as a mechanic in his oldest brother, Paul's garage.
He then moved to Bonilla, South Dakota and worked for a short time at Kenyon Implement.
At age 20, he purchased the Flying Boots Cafe which he and his younger sister, Mary, operated for one year. He then worked as a mechanic in Kadoka, South Dakota and again in Missouri.
He returned to the Burdette area in the early 30's where he began his sales career as the "Watkins man". He took over the family farm in 1936.
On March 27, 1936, he married Edna Bertha Siegling of Burdette. Born to this union were a son, Ronald Ross, who died at birth January 24, 1937, and a daughter, Carolyn Sue, born August 23, 1943.
March 1, 1946 they moved to Vayland where he was U.S. Postmaster.
In 1949, Ross built a new home in St. Lawrence where he lived until his death. During the years, he maintained his farming interests, owned and operated the Temple Theatre, St. Lawrence Pool Hall, was salesman for Huron Steel Structures, Union National Life Insurance Company, owned Midway Rambler automobile agency, and was partner in Dowlite
of Miller, Inc..
Ross died Monday, April 6, at Hand County Memorial Hospital in Miller, South Dakota. He is survived by his wife, Edna, of St. Lawrence; a daughter, Mrs. A.W. 'Gus' (Carolyn) Rosemore, Miller; and grandson, Justin Kyle Rosemore of Phoenix, Arizona; two brothers, John of Wessington, South Dakota and Robert of Taylors, South Carolina; two sisters, Mrs. Kenneth (Mary) Thompson of Olympia, Washington, and Mrs. Ben (Helen) Hansen of Wolsey, South Dakota, and several nieces and nephews.
He was preceded in death by his parents, a son, Ronald, and two brothers, Paul (Oregon) and G. Wayne (Iowa).
The funeral was held at 10:30 a.m., Thursday, April 9, 1992 at Reck Funeral Home in Miller, South Dakota, with the Rev. David Baker in charge. Organist was Janice (Jones) Palmer, and soloist was Derla (Danburg) Simons. Pallbearers were Bobby Waldrop, Bob Waldrop, A.H. 'Bud' Waldrop, Delbert Jury, David Simons, and Leo Crownhart.
Place of Interment is G.A.R. Cemetery, Miller, South Dakota.
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