RIP Mary Derby

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A speech I had planned for my Grandmother's funeral however because her children, the ones whom should have honored her wish most of all, disliked my Grandfather (for taking her off the machines because she was so tried of them and she was ready to go...), and us his blood kin, so much that they lied to us about when the funeral was. They held the funeral while I was at a band festival in Ohio so I didn't even get the chance to go to my Grandmother's funeral. I went to a showing sure, but I never got to go up there and let them know how upset I was that she didn't get her wishes, how much that they should have cremated her like she wanted... The entire memory makes me sad and angry at the same time...

Submitted: March 06, 2008

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Dear Grandmother,
You kept fighting for your life,
even when the medical team said things looked grim.
You've always proved them wrong until today,
You fought against the slow oxygen depeation
and the failure of your newly accquired lung.
You were strong,
and you were brave,
And I believe no one doubted your recovery,
because you always pulled through.
But today you didn't...
I know I may not believe in God,
but the placebo effect I do.
So may you be up there on cloud 9 in heaven
with beautiful angels,
and loved ones long dead.
And you shall smile down upon us
in our time of grief
softly, subconiciously cooing not to be so sad.
And though as hard as it may be for us to do,
we must try to be happy,
and realize that death is not only the end...
but a new begining of mystical wonderment.
We shall always love you Mary, and we know you know this to be true even upon your grave.



HOWEVER...
Of late there have been conflicts and your death wishes may have not of been bestowed upon you. I apologize for the selfish ignorence of the living. For with all of this conflict, people have forgotten that this is a time of apperication. Not of morning, not of anger, or of strife. This bickering among us must cease for we are to appericate whom you were in life and that you are out of pain and in a better place. I do not care, if the others whom have come here believe in not heaven nor hell or rencration or anything at all. We are going to appericate your wish and I shall now close you casket lid from prying eyes because this is not right and I want to give you what you wanted.


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