This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, May Souede, 65, born on December 12, 1946 and passed away on January 19, 2012. We will remember her forever.
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Weep not for me
by Constance Jenkins
Weep not for me though I am gone;
into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will but not for long,
upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace,
my soul's at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was blessed;
for all those many years.
There is no pain,
I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts.
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath;
remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
but celebrate my life.
Tributes
Leave a tributeMany hugs
You suffered in silence everyday, an illness that would not go away.
But now you have no more pain for God’s loving arms have healed you again." I miss you with each passing year, more and more. Two years but seems only yesterday. I pray you are finally at peace. Love you.
Many hugs-
thea
Miss you-
thea
Remembering you, how hard you fought , worked and
Loved us. I used to call you on eastern Mother's Day
To tell you how much I love and miss you.
Life will never be the same without you :(
I LOVE YOU
You now and in the days ahead.
may you take comfort in knowing and angel is watching over you.
just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer.
We love you - The Hamdans
You where a candle that burned to lighten our way, we can never forget your hardship and dedication you took upon yourself to raise us.
Mommy I love you and miss you dearly.
I love you and miss you very much!
by William Butler Yeats
“Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.”
by Robert Browning
“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.”
by Mark Twain
“Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare to lessen or misunderstand.”
by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Grandmothers are the best
Birthday Memories
This picture was taken 34 years ago, today.
This is my first birthday without you, mom; first birthday without hearing your wishes and sweet voice. For 38 year, you always found a way to talk to me on this day, no matter how far we were apart. I wish you could still do that. I just have to hear you in my dreams. 39 years ago you gave birth to me and you started the long and hard road of selflessly raising me. They say one can’t choose his family, but I’m very glad and proud that God gave me to you; I wouldn’t change that. Now, I just pray He takes care of you and looks after you like you did for me. Your job of raising me is over but I wasn’t ready.
Love you and miss you, always!
Fond memories
One of my earliest fond memories of my mom is when she used to dress me up for school, in Riyadh, during the winter. She used to layer my clothing so I’d wear a long sleeve undershirt, an itchy wool turtleneck, and then the traditional Saudi male dress (‘Thobe’). In order to make sure the long sleeve layers didn't bunch up, she used to reach her hand all the way up my arms to pull them down to my wrests. In doing so, she used to tickle my arms and my body would fidget uncontrollably. I think she did it on purpose.