Hinds (Herron) Miss Christina Ann Saginaw, Michigan Beloved daughter and sister passed away Sunday March 18, 2007 At Dr. P. Phillips Hospital in Orlando, Florida. Age 21 years, Christina was born June 30, 1985 in Pontiac, Michigan. She attended First United Methodist Church and was a volunteer at St. Mary's Hospital for the past two years. Christina was an ambassador for the Scleroderma Foundation. Surviving are her parents Glenn and Karen Hinds, Saginaw; Three brothers and Two sisters, Justin, Megan Trevor, Zachary and Kaitlyn. Her Grandparents Patrick and Linda Thompson, Rose City; Janet Bush, Waterford; Herschel and Nola Hinds, Pontiac, several aunts, uncles and cousins including Mary Herron with whom she shared a special bond. Funeral service will take place 11:00 a.m. Saturday, March 24, 2007 at First United Methodist Church, 4790 Gratiot, Saginaw, Michigan. Rev. Kathy Snedeker will officiate with burial in Roselawn Memorial Gardens. Friends may call at The Snow Funeral Home, 3775 N. Center Rd. where the family will be present on Friday from 2-8 p.m. and at First United Methodist Church on Saturday from 10:00 a.m. until time of service. Those planning an expression of sympathy may wish to consider memorials to Scleroderma Foundation, VITAS Innovative Hospice Care or Perry Pavillion at the Dr. P. Phillips Hospital in Orlando, Florida
If Teardrops Were a Stairway... If we had one lifetime wish One dream that could come true We'd pray to God so hard For yesterday and you. The things we feel so deeply Are the hardest things to say. But we your family, love you In a very special way. They say memories are golden Well maybe that is true. But we never wanted memories, We only wanted you. If teardrops were a stairway And heartaches made a lane, We'd walk a path to heaven And bring you back again. A thousand times we've cried. If our love could have saved you You never would have died. -Author Unknown
Remembrance is a golden chain Death tries to break, but all in vain. To have, to love, and then to part Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart. The years may wipe out many things But some they wipe out never. Like memories of those happy times When we were all together.