Gladys Ruth Keal
For our mother, Ruth Keal; a poem written by her daughter, Kathleen E. Kovach
The wave starts far-off into the sea And travels with purpose toward where it should be. For miles and miles with only one goal, It rolls and rolls from deep water to shoal. When finally, after it's passed the test, Comes to its final, sandy rest. And there it soaks deep into the soil, Free from its cares. Free from its toil. A life well spent like the wave on the sea, Our mother has made it to where she should be.
- Memorial Service Thursday, March 22, 2018
- Interment Services Thursday, March 22, 2018