There is coming a day
When no heartache shall come
No more clouds in the sky
No more tears to dim the eye
All is peace forever more
On that happy golden shore
What a day, glorious day that will be

Chorus:
What a day that will be
When my Jesus I shall see
And I look upon His face
The One who saved my by His grace
When He takes me by the hand
And leads me through the Promised Land
What a day, glorious day that will be

There'll be no sorrow there
No more burdens to bear
No more sickness, no pain
No more parting over there
And forever I will be
With the One who died for me
What a day, glorious day that will be.

Chorus:
What a day that will be
When my Jesus I shall see
And I look upon His face
The One who saved my by His grace
When He takes me by the hand
And leads me through the Promised Land
What a day, glorious day that will be

Thelma Katy Lassiter, 66, of the 4200 block of Bain Bridge Blvd., died May 23rd 2001 in Chesapeake.
Born in Norfolk County, she retired as a purchasing agent and office manager for Western Branch Diesel Co, and was a member of Chesapeake Baptist Tabernacle.
Survivors include her husband, William C. Lassiter, daughter Diane Pendergraft and her hasband Jack, of Chesapeake; two sons, Rocky Lassiter and his wife Michelle Gibney, of Virginia Beach, Ricky Lassiter and his wife Dorothy of Chesapeake; two sisters, Amy LaRoach and he husband, Jack, of Virginia Beach, Annie Cox of Greenville , N.C.; a brother, Bobby Gilbert of Virginia Beach; eight grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; her sister-in-law, Margie Coker and her husband Dale, of Sumter, S.C.
A funeral will be conducted at 10 a.m. Friday in Chesapeake Baptist Tabernacle by the Rev. Harry T. Ferguson, the Rev. Vic Vanruss and Ronnie Wayne Gurganus. Burial will be in Job's Cemetary, Aulander, N.C., at 1:30 p.m. The family will receive friends at Graham Funeral Home, South Norfolk Chapel, from 6 to 8 p.m. today, and at the residence at all other times

What you see written above is my Grandma's Obituary. I cannot tell you how hard it was to make or even write on this page. Even writing her name still brings tears to my eyes. I apologize at this time, that I do not have any pictures available of my grandma scanned to show any of you. I promise to get them up as soon as I am able to somehow scan some.
. I would like this to be a family page, so that if any readers come along, that can see the many aspects of the wonderful lady I had a privelege to know and to call Grandma. I am one of her 8 grandchildren and I loved and respected her very much and will continue to do so even though she is gone from this world
Grandma Katy was a very strong southern woman, and even though she married into the family..she made me proud to bear the name Lassiter. She taught me morals and how to be a Christian and how we should live as such, though I know I have not lived up to her standards these last few years as one, I know she loves me no less and is proud of me as she is with all her "children."
I was not there for the month she was in the hospital, nor was I there when she passed but my card was so I was told. So I know she died knowing that I loved her and wishing I could be there. Grandma loved my poems, which I'm too shy to post, but I think I will start witing again, since I enjoy it and she seemed to think I have talent
The service was beautiful, they played all her favorite songs, one of which is written above and is the music you hear playing. Some pictures I have scanned are at the bottom of this page I will scan the progam that I was given along with the card I gave her if I can and when I get the chance.

This Poem was written and is © Melissa Gibney 2001.
Melissa is my cousin another grandchild, she is 21.

If you want to read what family members had to say about Grandma Katy...it is suggested to the reader that they view the guestbook near the top of this page. The eldest grandchild Monica had this to say:

Subj: hello
Date: 6/4/2001 2:27:21 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Monicalvu8098545
To: Moonlght80

hello thank u for the great work u did it was great it mad me cry and thats something well always have for memories so when we r thinking of her we can look at that and remember the great days we had with her.

Michelle Gibney, Daughter-In-Law to Grandma sent me this inspirational about life and the way people are treated, even if she didn't ask me to post anything..I felt the moral of this story would fit Grandma and what she wanted.

Life in Perspective.

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled  children, the father of one of the school's students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question.
"Everything God does is done with perfection.  Yet, my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.  Where is God's plan reflected in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like Shay into the world, an opportunity to realize the Divine Plan presents itself. And it comes in the way people treat that child."

Then, he told the following story: Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"
Shay's father knew that most boys would not want him on their team. But, the father understood that if his son were allowed to play it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates.
Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We are losing by six runs, and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. At the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield. Although no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base. Shay was scheduled to be the next at-bat. Would the team actually let Shay bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have ended the game.
Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.
Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first. Run to first." Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled "Run to second, run to second!" By the time Shay was rounding first base, the right fielder had the ball.He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for a tag. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions had been, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head.
Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home.  As Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay! Run home!"
Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and was cheered as the hero, for hitting a "grand slam" and winning the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of the Divine Plan into this world."

And now, a footnote to the story. We all send thousands of jokes through e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending a message regarding life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude, vulgar, and sometimes the obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of decency is too often suppressed in school and the workplace.
If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably thinking about which people on your address list aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message.
The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities a day to help realize God's plan.
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a spark of the Divine? Or do we pass up that opportunity, and leave the world a bit colder in the process?

You have two choices now:
1. Delete this.
2. Forward it to the people you care about.

   You know the choice I made.

My cousin Tracy wrote me. This is what she had to say:

Subj: hello
Date: 6/13/2001 8:20:04 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Luvbutterfly3
To: Moonlght80

hello lisa this is ur cousin tracy
i just wanted to say that u did a wonderful job on that web page and i just wanted to say it took a lot of work to do this and im sure aunt katy is looking down from heaven with a great big smile on her face everytime i read the web it brings so many tears to my eyes i loved her so much and i miss her so very dearly she lived right beside me and still when i look over there i just find myself cring all over again
my aunt katy taught me alot of things i looked up to her in so many ways i cant even begin to tell you. she did so much in her life had a wonderful husband who iam so proud to call my uncle.she raised 3 wonderful children who also im proud to call my family and even took the time to be a true devoted christian women but i know she is looking down at us and i know one day i will be up there with her walking rhe streets of gold ,but until then i will stay down here on earth with all the outhers who loved her dearly well i just wanted to let you know you did a wonderful job lisa i love you always

some photos of grandma..taken in April 2001 at the family reunion. It was a month before she died..and the last time I ever saw her again..which will pain my heart for the rest of my life....
Please click on the pictures to get a larger version!

Me, my dad, brother and grandma

Me, my dad, and grandma

Me, Mike and grandma

Grandma liked poetry and inspirationals, but she also liked things said about God and Salvation, so I promise to keep looking for my poetry (which mom is helping me trying to locate them)

Serena and all the children angels here are Guardians to my Grandma's page. They keep it safe from meanies and bullies who will try to steal pics or say bad things about this dedication. Serena will help guide you to to other places that my Grandma enjoyed.

"Remember to pray everyday and that God loves you," says Serena.

In the city of Boston, one cold, dark night, a blizzard was setting in. A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner; the people were in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you wouldn't Happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you?
You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there, tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay." The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door you just say John 3:16 and they will let you in." So he did, he walked up the steps to the door, and knocked on the door and a lady answered. He looked up and said, John 3:16. The lady said "Come on in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace and she went off. He sat there for a while,
and thought to himself John 3:16.... I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.

Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?" He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days and I guess I could stand a little bit of food." The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more.
Then he thought to himself John 3:16... Boy, I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a hungry boy full.

She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water and he sat there and soaked for a while.
As he soaked, he thought to himself, John 3:16... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean.

"You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that old fire hydrant as they flushed it out."

The lady came in and got him, and took him to a room and tucked him into a big old feather bed and pulled the covers up around his neck and kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights.
As he laid in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night he thought to himself, John 3:16... I don't understand it, but it sure makes a tired boy rested.

The next morning she came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and she took a big old Bible and sat down in front of him and she looked up at and she asked, "Do you understand John 3:16?"

He said, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told me to use it." She opened the Bible to John 3:16, and she began to explain to him about Jesus. Right there in front of that big old fireplace he gave his heart and life to Jesus.
He sat there and thought, John 3:16. I don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.

You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how God would be willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand it either, but it sure does make life worth living.

Author Unknown

John 3:16. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

17. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world but that the world through him might be saved.

18. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.

For more inspirationals like this one, I have composed a collection of them. Each one is meant to teach us something and to uplift the spirits..to keep on what is doing right.

(More updates coming soon!!)

© 2001-2002 Lisa Lassiter. All Rights Reserved
as I said I will give credit where credit is do when I found it well I'd like to thank the people for letting me use their graphics. Dana's page for this background. The images throughout the site unless otherwise stated were provided by:FCI Graphics, Globes and 3Crosses Graphics