Everyone who met my Grandma always said the same thing. "She is the sweetest lady I have ever met." She never had a drivers license, but was always around town. She would work the elections in Lisbon, and knew almost every single person in town. She would always remember your name and ask about you or your family if she ever saw you. Sometimes I regret not making it back to Ohio before she died to see her one more time. I did make it to the funeral and I got up there a couple days early and was talking to my Uncle(who she lived with while being sick), and he told me that I should be glad that I didn't. He said that it broke his heart everyday to hear how much pain she was in. Even though she was in that pain she never took pain meds until the end. She would always tell the nurse that she didn't have any pain and was doing good. She fought and fought and fought, until finally her body said that I can't fight with you anymore and she finally passed.
My Grandpa(Herbert Krause) passed away 11 years ago this September, and I'm sure that morning he had a huge smile when he saw her and they was reunited in Heaven. They would have been married 61 years this december. We had a 50 year surprise party planned for them the year he died.
Its really gonna be hard not having her around. She was the person I called when things was going bad, I knew I could always pick up the phone and call her, and she would make me feel better. I took some pictures of the funeral services and things around town, and I thought I would share them with you as well. Thanks for reading and remember to always tell the people you love, that you love them cause you never know when they will be called home.
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says;
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad
shout;
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying.”
That is a short story/poem that I got to read during her service.
