In Loving Memory of Bessie Williamson Busa

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BUSA—In loving memory of a dearly beloved wife and mother, Bessie Williamson Busa, who passed away July 30, 1940. Our lips cannot tell how we miss her, Our hearts cannot tell what to say. God alone knows how we miss her, In a home that is lonesome today. The depths of sorrow we cannot tell, Of the loss of one we loved so well; And while she sleeps a peaceful sleep, Her memory we shall always keep. Sadly missed by husband and daughter Joan. BUSA—In loving memory of our beloved daughter Bessie Williamson Busa, who lost her life in the Hollingshead fire July 30, 1940. No one knows how much we miss you, No one knows the bitter pain We have suffered, since we lost you, Life has never been the same. In our hearts your memory lingers, Sweetly tender, fond and true. There is not a day, dear Bessie, That we do not think of you. Sadly missed by mother and father. BUSA—In loving memory of our dear sister, Bessie Williamson Busa, who died July 30, 1940. Her smiling way and pleasant face, Are a pleasure to recall. She had a kindly word for each, And died beloved by all. Some day we hope to meet her, Some day we know not when, To clasp her hand, in the better land, Never to part again. Sadly missed by sisters and brothers.

BUSA—In loving memory of a dearly beloved wife and mother, Bessie Williamson Busa, who passed away July 30, 1940. Our lips cannot tell how we miss her, / Our hearts cannot tell what to say. / God alone knows how we miss her, / In a home that is lonesome today. / The depths of sorrow we cannot tell, / Of the loss of one we loved so well; / And while she sleeps a peaceful sleep, / Her memory we shall always keep. Sadly missed by husband and daughter Joan.

BUSA—In loving memory of our beloved daughter Bessie Williamson Busa, who lost her life in the Hollingshead fire July 30, 1940. No one knows how much we miss you, / No one knows the bitter pain / We have suffered, since we lost you, / Life has never been the same. / In our hearts your memory lingers, / Sweetly tender, fond and true. / There is not a day, dear Bessie, / That we do not think of you. Sadly missed by mother and father.

BUSA—In loving memory of our dear sister, Bessie Williamson Busa, who died July 30, 1940. Her smiling way and pleasant face, / Are a pleasure to recall. / She had a kindly word for each, / And died beloved by all. / Some day we hope to meet her, / Some day we know not when, / To clasp her hand, in the better land, / Never to part again. Sadly missed by sisters and brothers.