Patricia “Trish” Marie Johnson Williams
Matthews, GA – Patricia “Trish” Marie Johnson Williams, 73, entered into her eternal rest Saturday, June 29, 2019 at Keysville Nursing Home. A private memorial service will be held at the home of her daughter at a later date.
Born in California, Trish grew up in Illinois before her family moved to Jacksonville FL where she graduated high school. She then married and started her family. She worked as an administrator for various companies, the last of which was Winn Dixie. Living mostly in Florida, she moved to Georgia when her health declined to be closer to her eldest daughter. Trish liked to fish but her favorite pastime was shopping, buying things for others before herself. She loved to play board games and cards—BINGO was her most favorite of all games. Trish always wanted to look her best, so make-up and lipstick were very important to her—the first thing she did every morning was get ready for the day. Words were her weapon and she was considered to be a “wordsmith”. She especially loved poetry and had several of her poems published. Trish had a big heart and was generous to a fault. Being very sociable, she made friends easily. Above all else, she loved her children and grandchildren unconditionally—her family was her world.
Trish was preceded in death by her parents, Ruby Hester Johnson and Larry Johnson; and her son, Gary Gibbud. Survivors include her three children, Jeff Gibbud (Chris) of Benton TN, Tammy A. Shelton (Steve) of Matthews, and Debbie Gibbud of Gainesville; brother, Gary Johnson (Dorothy) of Cape Canaveral FL; five grandchildren, Erika Capra, Ed Wester (Hannah), Spencer Gibbud, Dalton Holman and Samantha Talton; and three great grandchildren, Aurianna Capra, Michael Capra and Braelyn Capra; and many friends.
POEMS BY TRISH.......
I hereby quit the HUMAN RACE....
I can no longer keep up the maddening pace.
I stumble, and fall, trying to do it all....
Still, I pick myself up, and make another call.
I have tried and tried, but to no avail....
Every thing in my life has gone to hell.
I have begged, I have pleaded, I have bared my soul....
Constant rejection is taking it's toll.
I have always helped other, I have heeded their call....
Providing friendship, food, money, a room down the hall.
I have given and given, till I can give no more....
It has cost me my home, it has rendered me poor.
Now, it is I that needs a helping hand....
Results being only "Footprints In The Sand".
But that is all I need, My Father, ever near....
That is how I go on, feeling no fear.
I know He will protect me, provide for me, see me through....
Just pray to Him, keep my faith, is all I need do.
I will take one day at a time, and do what I can....
I will "LET GO", I will take His hand.
I NOW UNDERSTAND
It was just nights before Christmas,
At home, all alone.
No one knocking on my door,
No one ringing my phone.
Holidays much more depressing,
Much more so than others.
Sleep and eat, no interest in TV,
No desire to read, or play on the PC.
My babies and I, no others.
Just go to bed and pull up the covers.
I now understand the onset,
Of the wrong thing to do.
So easy it would be to eliminate me.
I am so unbearable alone.
No one would miss me for days or more.
No one would ring my phhone, or knock on my door.
I thankd Go for the strength, determination, and love of life.
For giving me the strength and guidance to not do wrong.
I would never take my own life. God helps me stay strong.
God helps me through all life's disappointments and strife.
Yet, I understand how ones so weak,
Give into loneliness, disappointments, and strife.
No one to turn to, no one to give them strength to carry on.
If they would have accepted God, they'd cherish their life.
Each morning when I awake, I thank God for Blessing me with
another day, another chance, and the strength to endure.
I'M STILL HERE
Don't mourn for me...
Shed not one more tear.
Celebrate my life...
"I'm still here."
In your heart...
May there be cheer.
No sorrow nor sadness...
"I'm still here."
Tho not in body...
I'm always near.
You carry me with you,
"I'm still here."
A soft summer breeze...
A child's sweet cheer.
they are whispers from me...
Saying, "I'm still here."
I walk with you, I talk with you...
I softly whisper in your ear.
My precious, beloved family...
"I'm still here."
A funny thing, this so called "Life"
Filled with love, happiness,
Sorrow and strife
The way we live it, is up to us.
Sad, it is, to look back upon
Had I known then, what I know now
Hurts, tears, fears, much more than one
How different be all, had I known how.
At the age of sixty-four I find myself
Soa ll alone, just my cats and me.
Twenty-five years, my life on a shelf,
Dare I now chance to be happy?
Afraid I am to venture out
To find my one true love
I wish I knew without a doubt
I'll give it to My Father above.
THE LOSS OF A LOVED ONE
We all have something in common,
Whether separated, divorced or widowed.
We are now without the one,
We used to cherish, love and hold.
Some of us have children,
Living still at home.
While others, not so fortunate,
Are suddenly living alone.
the change is as definite
As the difference in day and night.
But, who's to say for sure
If the change was wrong or right.
Never the less, it's happened
To so many of us Dear...
So, perhaps if we pull together,
We can share some warmth, some cheer.
If you need a friend, call on us.
We'll do the same with you.
those trials and tribulations--
Together, we'll see them through.