On January 4, 1924, the loved and loving wife, daughter and friend while yet in love with life, just in the happiest and sunniest hour of all the voyage, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down the eyelids still and all that peace holds sweet for life is born, in that greatest slumber that is on (words obscured).
She sleeps today beneath a blanket of flowers which marks the affection and esteem in which she was held by her many friends—friends who loved her with all sincerity and may we share with the devoted husband, mother and all who were so near to her, the deep sorrow they are called upon to hear—we can only wait for time to heal the heartache.
All the gentle virtues came into full bloom in Margaret’s life for she knew the secret of beautiful living.
“Life is a mystery as deep as ever death can be;
Yet, how dear it is to us, this life we live and see.”
But she is not lost to us, for Time can not take from us the memory of such a friendship. There was—there is no gentler, sweeter character. So many beautiful traits made up her character and the sweet remembrance of her life will live on through all the coming years.
May the future life some day be realized and we shall see and know again those whom we have “loved, and lost awhile”, and may God’s love shine more and more in or hearts until the day breaks and the shadows flee away.
From the front page of the Tri-City Daily Gazette, January 15, 1924
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