Flossie Aline was born on December
29, 1918, in a dugout home near Roy, New Mexico. She passed away at the ripe
old age of ninety, having experienced the highs and lows that life has to offer.
She was part of that generation of rugged Texans who worked hard, suffered with
a quiet dignity, and appreciated those seemingly small things that many of us
take for granted. She thrived under the best and worst of circumstances, appearing
certain through it all that God was watching over her and those that she loved.
She was ready to go home and I am grateful to God for finally letting her.
In her later years she lost both
her sight and hearing, finally succumbing to complications from the Alzheimers
Disease that had taken her independence and those precious memories of the man
and family that she had spent her life devoted to. Until the disease made it
otherwise impossible she was able to retain and exhibit a deep and humble love
for God and his creation, a quality that could not help but be recognized by
everyone that she came into contact with. My grandfather used to tell us that
she had not in her entire life met a stranger, a fact that I believe stemmed
from her almost innate understanding of the brotherhood of us all.
