If my grandmother could do something to change her funeral I'm sure she would've... she prob would've said "Shut the hell up and get on with it!" LOL...they talked about her and shared memories and thats what its for....but the speaker wouldn't shut up and I was thinkin to myself..."ok man...stop talkin bout people saving people...say shes in a better place if ya wanna but this isn't church and you can back off a little, my gosh." my mom felt the same cuz once we left she told me she doesn't want a church sevice at her funeral either.

Seeing her lay there hit me like bricks falling from a wall onto a silent,still sidewalk...Last I seen her she looked more pale without all the makeup they packed on her sweet face laying clam and peaceful now.I remember her not being able to talk after her stroke but holding my mothers hand whispering "help me.."a tear ran down her face and her weak body beginning to swell...I wish I had memories to remember but I won't forget this one...b/c we will all see this day ...whether it is ourself or a loved one we will die...

We buried her beside her forgotton family...people I never even knew...beneath this ground that I walk on everyday and take advantage of...I'm sure she has never been more peaceful on a rainy day like that one...

~In memory of Helen RIP~