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Patsy
There Is A Destiny That Makes Us Brothers,
None Goes His Way Alone.
All That We Send Into The Lives of Others,
Comes Back Into Our Own.

~ Edwin Markham (1852-1940) ~


Presented In Loving Memory By Bill Cox



A Tribute From Jimmy Walker

Footprints In The Sand
By: Margaret Powers

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that at many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that is happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD... you said that once I decided to follow You, You'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I do not understand why You'd leave me when I needed You the most."

The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.

Based On A Poem By Mary Stevenson



~ Country's Rose ~
By: Patsy Walen


You were born in Gore, Virginia,
And you moved on to Tennessee.
The world grew to love you,
And you became a country queen.
And you're still Country's Rose.

You came to the Opry, where your dreams came true.
You found that country's crowd accepted you.
You made many hit records with Owen Bradley.
But, still you'll never know how much you mean to me.
And you're still Country's Rose...

You performed in Kansas City on March 3rd,
The crowd loved you, Country's Rose.
You sang loud...
You sang strong...
You sang with an ache in your heart...
A voice so sweet and giving.
And how can we go on living
Without Country's Rose?

On March 5th, you boarded a plane...
The world lost you, our Country's Rose.
But, you will live on, through song.
And you're still a part of me, Country's Rose.

America mourned, country fans lost you.
And I'll never get to know you, Country's Rose.
You're still a rose, we still miss you.
Crazy as it may seem, we still love you.

OUR COUNTRY'S ROSE. . . . . .






A Gift

A Gift From A Patsifan Who Wishes To Remain Anonymous



~ Thank You ~
By: Amanda Goff


Looking at you,
Frozen in time.
I wonder how
You can touch me so.
A woman who departed
My world
Even before I knew it.
I will never hear you laugh or sing.
I was never part of your world,
Yet you inspire mine.
I mourn for you,
Yet you still live.
I love you,
And confide in you,
I know you.
I grieve for what you did not do
Before you were taken from us.
Your achievements, your strength
Bring me joy.
I thank you for enriching my life,
And you are remembered.



A Letter To Patsy's Family

How Patsy Has Affected My Life

I wish I could express in words how much of an inspiration your dear Patsy Cline has been in my life. My name is George Hewitt, and I live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

At the tender young age of 4, I was taught how to play the piano, and it was at this time that I was also introduced to Patsy's music. My parents had seen the film "Sweet Dreams" in the movie theatre, and had bought an LP copy of the soundtrack. At a young age, I was fascinated by the phonograph, and this soundtrack was one of the LPs I frequently played on the turntable.

There's something about her voice - - - something inescapable and calming about it . . . granted it's velvety, smooth, and beautiful . . . but there's more to it than that. Not only did Patsy effortlessly possess perfect pitch and vocal tone, there's also an intangible, indescribable quality/gift/miracle (whatever you'd like to call it) that always longed for me to play that record over and over and over again.

I was drawn to Patsy's music. Completely engulfed. Around age 6 or 7, I was determined to find as many Patsy recordings I possibly could. I collected about 30 cassette tapes, and when I received my first Compact Disc player in 1991, I must've re-purchased all of those albums on CD, as well as 50 more. By age 10, I'm sure I had in my possession all of her commercial cuts.

For years, it has remained undisputed that my all-time favourite artist is Patsy Cline. During my earlier years, there wouldn't be a night that would pass where my parents would come home from work, see that I'm home from school, always with the stereo reproducing the sweet strains of Patsy's voice. I wouldn't have it any other way.

The reason why I have said that Patsy has been an inspiration to me and my life is because she has helped me through thick and thin . . . there's been down times where I've been quite depressed, and when it has seemed that no one else was there for me, Patsy was. There's also been incredibly joyous occasions where I've wanted nothing more than to share the smiles and laughter with Patsy . . . and I have, through her music.

I couldn't possibly count the number of nights I'd sit up late, with the stereo on low (so as not to wake my family), listening to Patsy's music, tears streaming down my face. Every strain, sigh and outcry in her voice have always reached deeply into my soul, stirring up every possible emotion and feeling, on the way in. She almost acts as a blanket; while her songs are incredibly calming and relaxing, the quality of her voice and the sincerity of her singing and her personality embrace you so completely that it almost keeps you physically warm.

Here I am today, still thinking about Patsy Cline at least five minutes out of every single day, and still so completely enjoying her music. Patsy has done so much for me that she can never know, but I know that you, her family, can.

So I wanted to take this opportunity to count my lucky stars and to thank you for everything. Because you are Patsy; she lives on in you, and therefore I am grateful to you in so many ways. If other fans out there are able to love her and share their life with her as much as I do mine, then she will never die. Patsy will always live on through all of our hearts. She has honestly been like a second mother to me, and definitely "mum away from mum." And I'm sure that's how it will always be.

I have never had a chance to visit Nashville or Winchester. I have never been to her graveside as of yet, nor have I seen her dedication plaque at the Country Music Hall of Fame. I sincerely hope that I do get the opportunity one day, and until then, I'm going to be loving her as much as I always have.

I hope this letter touches your hearts as dear Patsy has mine. Take care and best wishes always.

George Hewitt
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada



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