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Josephine Louise Crowder


In Loving Memory Of
Josephine Louise Crowder
November 28, 1922-June 25, 2002




This picture above was taken when she was a young woman. Lisle's mom was a wonderful woman. When we first met, we both knew instantly that we had a special love. We spent three years together having fun doing all kinds of things. Together the three of us explored Sea World, Cypress Gardens and many local things. She was indeed a very special lady. We will miss her.




Mom at her High School Graduation


I don't know why the angels came,
And decided to take you away.
They must have needed someone very special,
When they carried you on their wings that day.
I wondered how they could take you from me,
And leave me here on my own.
Then I realized your love would live on inside me,
So in my heart, I would never be alone.
God must have had a greater purpose for you,
When He decided your time on earth was done.
He must have wanted you for a heavenly angel,
So you would be able to watch over everyone.
The angels told Him you were so very special,
And could make the world a greater place to live.
So with wings full of love,
they took you to Heaven,
And now everyone can feel all the love you have to give.






This was taken of all three of us at our wedding.
My prayers were answered when she was able to go with us.
I was honored to care for her the last 6 months of her life.


Here is a story that was sent to me in email. It reminds me of the life she lived her last 7 months being blind. I hope you enjoy it.

The Window

A great note for all to read. It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band -- he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
People will forget what you said...
People will forget what you did...
But people will never forget how you made them feel...
Make someone happy, share a kind word today.



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