Oh no, how can it be that Linda Bedecker has died so young?
She who used to have hair-ironing Friday nights,
And put half a buck of gas in the pink car,
Who kept all the girls laughing, except for gym class which ROARED!
Who sang and sculpted, and took the road trip to F L A with
Kathy, June, Wilma and Judy in the brand new '70 Cutlass
Oh alas, alack, did these lasses ever pick up the slack
And what stories they did tell of THAT trip before the
reality of the separation of the umbilical cord from Streator
and all those Streator class mates into what is next in the world -
Be it college, military, or some drudgery job at the factory,
Marriage, kids, just run away to get away not then even realizing
Better than this it would never be, although, at best,
you can find just as good.
Who had more fun at Norris' than at the homecoming dance
Because fun, and life, are always where you find them, WHEN YOU CHOOSE
to make the best of the moment – that ZEN-like state which God confers
upon us at our pleasure.
Gone, so tragically departed but, if I were to wager there ever was
One Holy Spirit who stays and guards and guides me into the straight
and Narrow ways of the Lord's most loving children
Then it's Linda B. that's guiding me to see the see we all did see
A glimpse of all the best that we might ever be.
God Bless You Beloved Child of God.
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