May Riccardo Memorial Service

May Riccardo Memorial Service

The memorial service for May Riccardo
The slideshow presented before the service


May LaVerne Watson Riccardo, 94, heard the call of her Lord and was ushered into Heaven on her birthday, November 5, 2019. May was born in Pittsburgh, PA, on November 5, 1925 to Henry Elliot Watson, Jr. and May Hardy Watson. She moved to Miami Beach, FL in 1961 and then to the Hollywood/Ft. Lauderdale area where she raised her three children and cared for her parents until their death. She moved to Tallahassee, FL, in 1997 to live with her daughter. May was a great seamstress but always wanted to learn to quilt. She became a member of the Quilters Guild and one of the Cracker Jack Quilters. As a result she became an avid quilter. She enjoyed traveling with her children, and was blessed to complete her bucket list in her later years. She had an amazing outlook on life, and never left anything unsaid.

She is preceded in death by her parents, Henry E. Watson Jr. and May Watson; and brothers, Henry E. Watson, III and Donald Clayton Watson.

May is survived by her sister Marlene L. Shepard and her beloved children, Karen L. Bedgood (Paul), Diane L. Donahue, and Thomas J. Donahue (Sandra); grandchildren, Paul K. Bedgood (Lourdes) and Bryan C. Bedgood (Lesley); great-grandchildren, Zach Bedgood (Carly), Brittany M. Bedgood, Megan A. Bedgood, Ryan C. Bedgood (Katlyn), Ashley Bedgood, Logan K. Bedgood, and great-great-grandchildren, Gibson Bedgood, Calem Bedgood and a little girl on the way named Emersyn. We could not omit her daughter from God Annie S. Roderick and her family who have been an integral part of “Mom May’s” life.

She has numerous nieces and nephews who love her and have visited her over the last years of her life.

Words by Chris Anderson; Music by Greg Habegger

His robes for mine: O wonderful exchange!
Clothed in my sin, Christ suffered ‘neath God’s rage.
Draped in His righteousness, I’m justified.
In Christ I live, for in my place He died.

I cling to Christ, and marvel at the cost:
Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
Bought by such love, my life is not my own.
My praise—my all—shall be for Christ alone.

His robes for mine: what cause have I for dread?
God’s daunting Law Christ mastered in my stead.
Faultless I stand with righteous works not mine,
Saved by my Lord’s vicarious death and life.

His robes for mine: God’s justice is appeased.
Jesus is crushed, and thus the Father’s pleased.
Christ drank God’s wrath on sin, then cried, “’Tis done!”
Sin’s wage is paid; propitiation won.

His robes for mine: such anguish none can know.
Christ, God’s beloved, condemned as though His foe.
He, as though I, accursed and left alone;
I, as though He, embraced and welcomed home!

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