In Memory

Elizabeth Anna Windsor

December 31, 1980- October 11, 1996

My Cousin Liz Windsor

The greatest cousin I ever knew,
was killed in a tragic death.
It was on a fall afternoon,
around five that took her last breath.

Tis on a Friday not even a mile from her home.
Traveling down on Lasater Road,
in the backseat of a Honda she sat.
Little did anyone expect the ending of her joyous code.

While on the way to a Birthday party,
a tire supposedly blew.
The car went off the road,
and over the yellow and white lines it flew.

Against a lone tree of the straight road,
three teens landed.
One could walk away, one in a coma lie,
and Liz now runs with the angels. 
Oh why dear lord did she have to die?

The next morn Liz was to run for charity,
in memory her youth group ran instead.
Contributing hundreds to help others,
Providing yet another incite into her purpose of life to the homestead.

A thousand attend her service,
Mounds of yellow roses abound.
Winnie the Pooh , a friend has lost.
Her life through all she knew went down.

1997

Liz (one of my favorite pics of her)

Me and Liz Christmas of 1995.

Liz and Me

Liz and Me were two of a kind
we liked the same things such
as dancing, music, shoes and clothes,
How many things that we had in common no one ever knows.

Our favorite store was Abercrombie,
we could go into laughing fits
laughing at such things as "cookie", "yatzi" and "tabulee"
Our giggle box was never turned up the right way,
For the hopes we would be happy all day.


We traveled many distances and miles together,
such as Disneyworld, the beach, and the mall forever.
We often showed up at family events dressed as twins,
In our hearts we were sisters, and best friends

We grew up together making faces, riding tractors,
blowing bubbles, and baking cookies and cakes.
Our cakes had "Ladies with curlers" and that was no mistake.
We swang on a swing, swinging through the trees,
we had slumber parties staying up all night doing as we pleased.

We hardly ever frowned around each other,
because knowing that she was there meant a friend for the other.
She was there for me I was there for her,
we went to each other's recitals and plays to support the other.

There was one more thing we had in common,
we were both very clever.

Liz I will love and miss you forever and ever! 

1996

Me and Liz at Epcot in 1995.