Shirley Mae Hux

Miss Shirley there will never be another like you. You were the strongest lady and so intelligent. Thank you for being like a second mother to me another grandmother to my boys and especially my grandson that loved you so much and I know you loved him too. No one will replace you in our hearts and minds. Thank you for all the joy you gave us and all the amazing stories. We will always love you. My prayers for Gerry and all of the family. love and hugs to you all

My Mother, Shirley

From Your Teacup, With Love

Written by your daughter Ginny

From the moment I arrived on earth,
Our story had begun,
So tiny was I when you held me,
Your little Teacup, your own.

You gave me that sweet name to keep,
A memory all our own,
A bond that started at my birth,
A love that time has known.

You were a woman strong and wise,
Who spoke her mind with pride,
And some of that same strength lives in me,
A strength I carry deep inside.

You helped me through life’s hardest days,
You stood beside me when I cried,
And through the trials that came my way,
Your part in me will never die.

My faith in God, my will to stand,
My respect for humankind,
Are threads woven through the life I live,
And the lessons left behind.

Though life brought silence between us,
And time kept us apart,
We found our way back months ago,
And I’m grateful for that start.

For we had time to speak again,
To share what we could share,
And though our story wasn’t always easy,
I’m thankful we were there.

That rose-gold ring you gave to me,
So many years ago,
Still rests upon my finger, Mom,
A treasure I will never let go.

It holds more than its golden glow,
More than its beauty brings,
It holds a piece of you with me,
And all that memory means.

The photographs you wished to see,
I sent them on their way,
And they will be there to honor you,
Just as you asked that day.

Your family carries stories,
Of lives both brief and long,
And one small life deserves his place
Within our family song.

My firstborn son, Charles Randolph Irwin III,
Was here for just one day,
But he was always my precious son,
And your grandson in every way.

Michelle, Tracy, and Angela, too,
Carry our family story on,
Each one a thread within the tapestry
Of the lives that we belong.

So rest peacefully, dear Mother,
Your earthly journey through,
I’ll carry all that made me who I am,
And the memories I hold of you.

Our story had its joys and trials,
Its silences and its tears,
But I’m grateful that we found our way
Back to each other in our later years.

You will be missed, you won’t be lost,
For love lives on in what we do.
And when I look upon my hand,
I’ll see the ring that came from you.

So until we meet again someday,
May God’s love surround you, too.

Rest peacefully, Mom.

Love always,

Your Teacup