Saying in the new story I put up, labled R.I.P. I promised that I would give a more further explanation to what happened.
My Great-Grandma, Mary Howrey, passed away on November 11th, 2010, at 11:30 am. I wrote this story to read at her funeral, which is to take place in my home town - and hers - Wylie, Texas. She will be buried next to her husband, James Howrey.
Yes this is sad...but...I'm not thinking of it that way. Not because I don't want to think on the subject of death, or push the sadness from my mind, no. I truely and honestly feel that this is for the good. My grandmother Howrey is now in a great place, not only with her family, but with the husband she hasn't seen in 20 years, since he died at age 72, and died at age 93.
R.I.P
My Great-Grandma, Mary Howrey, passed away on November 11th, 2010, at 11:30 am. I wrote this story to read at her funeral, which is to take place in my home town - and hers - Wylie, Texas. She will be buried next to her husband, James Howrey.
Yes this is sad...but...I'm not thinking of it that way. Not because I don't want to think on the subject of death, or push the sadness from my mind, no. I truely and honestly feel that this is for the good. My grandmother Howrey is now in a great place, not only with her family, but with the husband she hasn't seen in 20 years, since he died at age 72, and died at age 93.
R.I.P