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| In Memory Of Betty Rice |
| She has now touched " The Face Of God " |
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| Betty, you were and forever will be an Inspiration of Love to me. I will miss you as long as I live on this earth. You were a GREAT Friend to me and I will always remember and miss you. Love forever, Rick.. |
| Click Betty's picture for Her web-Site |
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| Mrs Betty Rice February 23, 1940 , August 22, 2005 |
| One of Betty's favorite poems. |
| High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untresspassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee |
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