Sara Jane Birgbauer died Tuesday, February 7, 2017 in Lynchburg Va. of Myelodisplastic Syndrome. Born January 9, 1945 in Lockport NY, she was the daughter of the late Donald R. and Helen Lubs Williams. She is survived by her husband of 34 years, William; her sister, Carolyn (Mrs. Harold Herendeen) of Mt. Ulla, N.C.; seven nieces and nephews; beloved cousins, Sandra (Mrs. Robert White) of Lockport, NY, Lela (Mrs. William Lathrop) of Lockport, NY, George Eckhardt (Barbara) of Macedon, NY, Deborah (Mrs. Robert Harris) of Gasport, NY, and Jill Eckhardt of Perrysburg, NY. In addition to her parents, she was predeceased by her sister, Edith Rodas from Kemp, Texas and her cousin, Jacque (Barbara) of Lockport NY.
Mrs. Birgbauer’s proudest professional accomplishment was her part in providing secure Y2K software to the Presidential and Pentagon encrypted telephone systems as a software configuration technician with a defense contractor in Richardson Texas.
She was an avid gardener and a member of the Hill City Master Gardener Association for fifteen years. She was given an Emeritus Master Gardener status in 2017. She was also a member of the Lynchburg Area Newcomers Club, and the Child Advocacy Council of United Methodist Family Services, Lynchburg Va.
A Celebration of Sara Jane’s life will be held at 2:00 p.m. on Saturday,March 4, 2017 at Timberlake United Methodist Church, with Rev. Phil Showers and Rev. Bradley McMullen officiating. A reception will follow the service.
In lieu of flowers, friends are asked to make a donation to the Park View Community Mission Food for Families Ministry c/o Timberlake UMC, Lynchburg.
Tharp Funeral Home & Crematory, Lynchburg, is assisting the family.
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Sara Jane’s Poems
Come quickly Death—when you come to me
And whisk me away to eternity.
Just time I ask for a quiet prayer
To tell my Lord I’ll soon be there
To ask a room in his dwelling place
That harbors sinners of every race
I know I’m not saintly, but I do profess
In awe—his greatness and my humbleness
Take me quickly I pray, soon if you will
For my knowledge of joy is with me still
11/1964
To die is not to cease, but only to pass away
to be born again in a better world, on a brighter, fresher day.
And so, when your loved ones pass away, try not to despair…
but know in our heart, it is God’s will, and raise a quiet prayer.
And with your loved ones lying, you touch a cold lifeless hand
remember, the body is useless, in that far away promised land.
In that place, all times stands still, and some are wiser than most
but the happiness of all, for eternity, is insured by the Holy Host.
10/10/1964-sjw
Death it so final, and so sure
It’s the one sickness, for which there’s no cure
The death of a blossom picked just today
The death of a white-cap, out on the bay
The death of the sunset that heralds the night
These deaths seem natural, and they are right.
But of creeping and crawling and living things
These are the deaths that really sting
But we must remember, this is God’s way
Of clearing the path for tomorrow, today
Where, without pain, is a happy hour?
Where, without wilting, a beautiful flower?
For just as the flower returns to the earth,
So must men die, so that man may know birth
9/11/1964