It was my great aunties funeral yesterday, it was nice but in an odd way.
Marion Cowl 31st July 1940 – 21st Febuary 2009
“When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.
People disappear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up the grass, and spin the Earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the daytime when they’re supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rainbows and also the the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind songs, they whisper to us ‘don’t miss me too much. The view is nice, and I’m doing just fine'”
Read by her daughter, Lisa, at her service.
A Life Less Simple 
That’s a beautiful piece; I can’t imagine there were many dry eyes in the house 🙂
Hope everyone is ok xxx
As Mrs Green said – that is beautiful. My young boys have lost two grandparents in their short lives and I have always said to them that their spirits are up there in the sky watching over us.
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