She was loved .
You couldn’t help but be touched by the depth of her heart and her faith in God yet she never pushed her religion. Instead, she’d pray for you. Her 27 nieces and nephews will tell you that she’d never forgotten one birthday. She’d phone and sing happy birthday to every relative and friend.
She was loved. The funeral service was packed with people wanting to pay their last respects. Most of them tall good looking Guyanese dressed impeccably who shared the same love and faith as her and when they sang, it was moving. They believed in the words they sang as did I and I sang long and strong with pride. She would have wanted me to. I cried.
She was loved. The venue and service were impeccable and classy. She had planned and paid for the service decades earlier and there wasn’t a thing she missed. The eulogies were all so touching. Some were funny; others serious but all were received with deep love and respect for a woman now gone.
She was loved. The rain stopped just in time to partake in the ‘lowering of the coffin.’
My brother played “Amazing Grace” on trumpet as I watched family members weep.
Long stem roses were given to be placed on her coffin and soon it was covered.
She was loved. The reception was as lovely as the service. The food was Caribbean and it was good. Various pictures of her were displayed on the walls while flower bouquets brightened the area. The sun began to shine.
She was loved. Everyone had stories and memories to share as more were being made.
Some hadn’t seen each other in 30 years. There was love, comfort and acceptance by all, to all. The kind of love one could marinate them self in. Nobody was excluded.
She was loved and I am proud to be related and connected to such a loving family.
You couldn’t help but be touched by the depth of her heart and her faith in God yet she never pushed her religion. Instead, she’d pray for you. Her 27 nieces and nephews will tell you that she’d never forgotten one birthday. She’d phone and sing happy birthday to every relative and friend.
She was loved. The funeral service was packed with people wanting to pay their last respects. Most of them tall good looking Guyanese dressed impeccably who shared the same love and faith as her and when they sang, it was moving. They believed in the words they sang as did I and I sang long and strong with pride. She would have wanted me to. I cried.
She was loved. The venue and service were impeccable and classy. She had planned and paid for the service decades earlier and there wasn’t a thing she missed. The eulogies were all so touching. Some were funny; others serious but all were received with deep love and respect for a woman now gone.
She was loved. The rain stopped just in time to partake in the ‘lowering of the coffin.’
My brother played “Amazing Grace” on trumpet as I watched family members weep.
Long stem roses were given to be placed on her coffin and soon it was covered.
She was loved. The reception was as lovely as the service. The food was Caribbean and it was good. Various pictures of her were displayed on the walls while flower bouquets brightened the area. The sun began to shine.
She was loved. Everyone had stories and memories to share as more were being made.
Some hadn’t seen each other in 30 years. There was love, comfort and acceptance by all, to all. The kind of love one could marinate them self in. Nobody was excluded.
She was loved and I am proud to be related and connected to such a loving family.
