| Location | Kansas City, Mo |
| Age | 74 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 10/11/1907 |
| Date of Death | 01/09/1982 |
| Visitors | 261 since 11/03/2009 |
| Creator |
George Stockdale, 74, died Wednesday September 1, 1982, at Lakeside Hospital in Kansas City.
He was a house painter before he retired. He was a member of Grace Community Church. George had been active in the Boy Scouts of America and was a mebe of the Tribe of Mic-O-Say.
He was proceeded in death by a son Raymond Stockdale; and a grandson Robbie Longdon.
He leaves his wife, Mrs. Lottie Stockdale of the home; four sons, Floyd Stockdale, San Rafeal, CA; Walter Stockdale and wife Anna, Overland Park, KS; George Stockdale and wife Mary, Sweet Springs, MO; and Fred Theobald and wife Maria, N. Dartmaouth, MA; tow daughters, Viola Gaddis and husband Ivan, Kansas City, MO; and Mary Longdon and husband Bob, Springdale, AR; a sister Gladys Davis and husband Harold, Lennox, CA; 22 grandchildren; and 23 great-grandchildren.
LETTER FROM HEAVEN.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
xxxxx
keep my memory
Keep my memory with you,
For memories never die.
I will be there with you,
When you look across the sky.
I will be there in the clouds,
In the birds that fill the air.
In the beauty of a fragrant rose,
You will find my memory there.
You will feel me in the tenderness,
Of a tiny baby's touch.
You will hear me if you listen,
In the twilight's gentle hush.
When your hearts are heavy,
And you feel that you are alone.
Just reach down deep inside of you,
For your heart is now my home.
I will always be with you,
I will never go away.
For I will live on in your hearts,
Forever and a day
For my granpa. I have few memories because of the way things happened. I cherrish those that I do have and those I have been told of you. I know that you are fishing with Robbie now. And you can move freely away from the pain in this life that you carried. God Speed Grandpa.
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