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Here is a poem that was written by one of Ada's co-workers and friend that Tim receited during his eulogy.
Ada May McCormack
I’m 15 minutes late she says when rushing for the door
It’s Tuesday morning sales meeting, I wonder what’s in store
Her cell phone always hot from use her smile perma-grin
To miss a day of working out to Ada is a sin
Don’t ask about my age she says as young men watch her glide
Her age about the only thing that Ada May does hide
A football game, another run down Hood’s majestic peaks
A brand new suit a pair of shoes…but only twice a week
It’s tough to have the best damn job that anyone can find
It’s tougher still to do that job and keep a peaceful mind
Yet toughest yet is raising boys and keeping them in line
But Ada May she loves both jobs and does them all the time
We share a fear within these walls that on a sunny day
Sunshine could strike her crystal plaques and blow us all away
Damn summer just will not arrive and rain just won’t relent
Yet Ada says her time on skis…the best she’s ever spent
The color of her hair I’d have to say that I don’t know
For style to her was born innate her life’s a fashion show
I glanced at time last Tuesday morning waiting for “Miss Late”
She’ll burst in speaking fast and loud at an alarming rate
Quarter past the hour came without Miss Late’s arrival
I would have thought a Starbucks run, not fighting for survival
In a flash it’s Thursday now and Tim requests the staff
I bet he wants to let us know “The Game” is kicking ass
We come together like the group that only we can be
And look to him to hear his words…our futures tied you see
I watched the coolest man I know return to childhood
Tears welled up…the mark they left, confusion only could
Ada May is sick he says it’s happened very fast
The doctors made me understand that Ada might not last
The day wore on and after close our families got us back
And as the day turned into night the sky turned gray to black
I must have checked my e-mail nearly half a million times
The hours rolled but as I checked I never got the lines
Cell phones have the loudest ring when you don’t want any calls
When mine went off my hair stood up, I felt like climbing walls
It’s Ash I see when glancing down upon the small display
I know at once I will not like what he has called to say
The only peace I found last night was in my wife’s soft arms
It’s late I thought and I don’t think that I’ll set my alarm
Somehow I drifted off to sleep but when I woke to rise
June has finally found this place, but Ada May has died