Posted by Anakin on September 26, 2004, at 19:42:45
In reply to Re: Redirected Lexaproers, posted by mystic on September 25, 2004, at 23:03:24
I went to my auntie's funeral this wknd and now i am working on life stuff...
here's the general deal
By the way, my mother is TOO much. Only SHE could figure out a way to make favors for a funeral. She is entirely too much. She had a florographer(an artist of flowers) make these beautiful cards with these flowers that all have a connection to Aunt Trudy into this beautiful portrait, and she had a card printed for each neice,great neice, and everyone she made bookmarks with this poem and had these little wooden prayer crosses made; hand painted things. So, if anyone plans on dying soon, my mother would do an excellent job of giving you the best funeral possible.. She spent the whole bruncheon chasing down everyone with their envelope of keepsakes and had everything that Aunt Trudy left for them wrapped in little brown paper bags with irridescent ribbon tied up all pretty.. she is good.(I got a shawl from Spain) She really is. Her and my dad even went to church, AGAIN after the funeral mass. I feel bad for being such a :)_+ all my life. My dad even went back after the bruncheon to make sure she was "covered" correctly. And when I called today, he was there at the cemetary.The best part of the funeral was at the cemetary... Beautiful fall day, sun shining, breeze blowing...She (Kath) whips out the cd player and plays Josh Groban "To Where You Are". If you never heard it, I want you to picture something. Listen to the song. (MUCH sappier than the Billy Joel dance at my wedding) Picture on top of a mountain, in a cemetary with less than 100 people buried in it, in a small town, on a beautiful day, 100 +people holding hands, my poor dad, with tears running down his face holding an urn with all of his brothers and sisters standing in a circle around this little hole in the ground...Life is so hard to understand. The hardest part for me, was standing by my dad, and watching the people I didn't know come in and to hear how they spoke of her, and how she touched so many lives..
My brother Marty, is the bombdiggity. He wrote this Eulogy, called "Play Ball" He talked about Aunty Trudy's life as if it were a ball game ( she loved the Pirates and Steelers) and in the first inning...and talked...and proceeded to the bottom of the ninth in which he talked about her battle with cancer...and how she won the game...No tears from Marty, he is so strong, but he brought the house down. He made everyone laugh and everyone cry. Hope you can appreciate my sobering weekend..."To Where You Are"-Josh Groban
Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memories so clearDeep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be (?)
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up aboveFly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you areAre you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seenAs my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are mine
Forever love
Watching me from up aboveAnd I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leaveFly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you areI know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are
poster:Anakin
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