There is much sadness in Calhoun County tonight. Tears and grief have settled like blight. All of the windows of the county are draped in black.
The businesses in town are all closed. Nothing is open except the coffee shop and the little church. Its beloved first citizen is never coming back
Tina L. Rice has gone to meet her creator and is now forever at peace
There is a wreath upon each door and down at the filling station there is a closed sign upon the pumps.
At the little restaurant, they gather, speaking in subdued voices, out of respect. The air of sadness, tonight, is everywhere.
The preacher at the little Calhoun County Church bows his head, praying, “Godspeed Tina We will miss you. You were our friend and we loved you…”
©Copyright September 2, 2008 by Faye Sizemore
Author’s Note: Remembering Tina Rice