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IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all! I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
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Myron
Foulke Robbins, age 94, passed away on March 6, 2006, at the Americare
Living Center in Westfield, Indiana.
Myron was born in Noblesville, Indiana August 26, 1911. He grew up in Henry County
and graduated from Cadiz High School in 1930. He lived most of his life in the rural Boxley and Baker's Corner vicinities of Sheridan.
"My
dad was a very special man," says Dale, Myron's youngest son. "He
was a person of honesty and integrity, and was a devoted father, a
faithful husband, and a kind, humble man."
In Myron's early
years, he farmed as well as working for Sheridan's Wilson Milk
Company, and eventually retired in the late 1970's with 21 years as a machinist with Biddles Manufacturing in Sheridan. He
was a charter member of the Sheridan Historcial Society, and was member of the Baker's Corner Wesleyan Church.
He loved geneology and history, and in his earlier days, was a minor
league baseball player and enjoyed working with electronics and
electrical projects.
Myron
was the husband of Irene Robbins (deceased in 1977) for more than 42
years, and together had five children; Myron Robbins Jr (deceased),
Helen Sanders (deceased), Joan Heine, Lebanon, IN, Barbara Hiatt,
Lebanon, IN, and Dale A. Robbins, Noblesville, IN.
After the death of Irene, Myron was married to Mary Elizabeth
Stewart Robbins for more than 25 years, until she passed away in
2003.
Myron was a follower
of the Lord Jesus Christ and attended the Baker's Corner Wesleyan
Church for over 25 years. On the morning of March 6, 2006 while
surrounded by his children, Myron awakened from a coma, and with a
peaceful smile on his face gazed up toward some unseen presence in
his room for a few moments... then took his last breaths.
Click to view a
Flash tribute to Myron's Life. (4.7
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