Linda Kay was born one day in Nineteen Thirty-Nine.
As the fourth child of twelve in all she proudly took her place in line.
Vohnell, Herbert and Jerry came first, followed by Linda Kay.
She brought such joy to life; each day to her was a blessed day.
Charles and Larry joined them next. then Deloris and Mary came too.
Shelia and Phillip; Myrna and Betsey—oh, how their family grew.
The stories and laughter shared by all made memories along the way.
We'd like to share a story or two about our beloved Linda Kay.
A younger Kay once tricked her way out of getting mason jars clean.
She said, "You should do it" to younger Dee, because your hands are smaller and lean.
A trip once to the Memphis Hospital led to her meeting Elvis - The King!
The right time and the right place—so lucky to be in that hospital wing.
The story of Elvis and others too, she told her tales and they were many.
She used her imagination well and could spin a story, even out of a penny!
Niece Teresa remembers Aunt Kay on an Arkansas trip of blackberry picking.
And has memories of river float trips too, plus family reunions with talking and sitting.
Dishing out love in food and hugs her potato salad was the best.
Yet her special ingredient was TLC, which made it a step above the rest.
Kay never met a stranger and her heart was filled with such love.
She made you feel so special, like God had sent her to you from above.
She loved her God and read her bible and she even read Christian romances too.
She adored pink and red carnations; yet, give her a teddy bear - she'll forever love you!
In the Swift Ditch and the Current River she taught so many little ones to swim.
She loved cards; rummy, crazy 8's and Canasta and she played with a card sharks grin.
Niece Connie remembers dear Aunt Kay as the wind beneath her wings;
and she'll cherish every moment at her memorial as she sings.
Kay's time on Earth wasn't long enough and we hated to let her go.
We wanted to hang on to her, she had brightened our lives so.
Yet in the end we knew we must give her the wings she needed to fly.
We told her it was okay to go as we wiped the tears from our eyes.
Our Little Byrdie, fly on home, your mission here is through;
and while you rest in Heaven please remember, we love you.
In Memory of my dear friend Connie Lueke's Aunt Kay
Linda Kay Byrd
Oct. 2, 1939 - Jan. 22, 2011
