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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Reminded of a situation definately not a trend. Met this woman years ago the mother of my best friend. A tough cookie who often cracked wise. “Get up early to put one over me,” she’d always advise. Working alone after the too early demise of spouse. Running a bar not easy to provide food for a house. Son and daughter left early, getting out of the way. Quick wit would zing, if hankering to stay. Time came for passing, instructions duly noted by will. “Donate my body to science, I can help someone who’s ill.” Med students came to know the body’s ins’ and outs. Five years of their examinations resolved any anatomical doubts. Returning to family after a well researched hiatus, if not for wills, we’d all be looking for someone to take us. Bumping along on squeaky wheels of a medical school gurney, cremation was the next stop on afterlife’s next journey. A small unobtrusive urn finally held the mortal remains. Her way of eternally short changing a funeral home’s gains. Remains sat in that urn first one home then another. The state was not told she hitched a final ride in the casket of her brother. You just might be saying, “stop, you’re making me ill!” But, I’d bet five bucks, she’s enjoying it still! Memories will last with family after we’ve no longer survived. This eulogy a tribute to her final days, I swear it wasn’t contrived.
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