Barbra "Babz" Anne Austin

Arrangement are handled by Olinger Andrews Caldwell Gibson Chapel in Castle Rock, Colorado.

Treasured Rose

Always in the springtime

When life comes forth anew

The roses bloom and flourish

Embracing morning's dew

Emerging from the winter's chill

Held in death's grip no more

Strengthened now by resting

Through all storms gone before

Clothed in perfect rosey hue

Poised in seasoned grace

That only living life can give

Each moment leaving trace

Of treasures hidden deep inside

Wrapped in velvet folds

Shown always in the springtime

Proof death has lost it's hold

Togetherness

Death is nothing at all. I have only

slipped away into the next room. . . .

Whatever we were to each other, that we

are still. Call me by my old familiar name,

speak to me in the same easy way you

always used. . . . Laugh as we always

laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed

together. Play, smile, think of me, pray

for me. . . . Life means all that it ever

meant. It is the same as it ever was. There

is absolute and unbroken continuity. . . .

Why should I be out of mind because

I am out of sight? I am waiting for you,

for an interval, somewhere very near,

just around the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and

all will be as it was before.