Funeral, breakdown and a tow

Went to my uncles funeral today. He's been cremated and today was the internment of his ashes. I had a hand in placing them into the hole dug for them. 

Our view from the front seat of my daughter's car

Then on the way home, my daughter's car broke down. It took two hours until the tow truck come. Then I found out we had to ride inside the car while we bumped and jostled our way down the road on the back of the tow truck. My daughter said my face dropped at the news. You see, I'm afraid of heights.

I managed to get through it by repeating the song lyrics "Let it go, let it go." It took an other hour until we arrived home.

On the way, my back got smacked pretty hard a couple of times. The good news is I think that place on my back that's been out for a couple of months is back in. The bad news, we're pretty sure it's the transmission on the car has burned out.

****A special thank you to the nice man who helped push our daughter's car to the side of the road so were weren't in the way anymore, and to the lady who was so kind as to give us four large bottle of cold water to drink. It was a really hot day and we really needed the water. You two wonderful people showed us how there is still good in the world.****

Love, loss and Vanessa

Love, loss and Vanessa

Warning a sad post.
If you don’t know already, we lost my niece Vanessa suddenly at age fifteen, and we still don’t know how or why she died.
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Sunday; we went to Vanessa viewing that for some reason was also called a wake. I looked down at her and she didn’t really look like herself, more like a beautiful plaster cast that someone dressed in her eighth grade graduation dress and all her favorite jewelry. There’s a double stand of gold beads in her hair like a tiara. She looks like our princess gone to sleep.
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These things went through my head a rough poem of sorts or a haiku;

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Get up Vanessa get up.
I'm suppose to go to your wedding in a few years,
Not your funeral to shed tears.

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Get up Vanessa get up.
You didn’t do anything to land you here;
Nothing a young girl should fear.
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Get up Vanessa get up.
Your brothers are grief-stricken,
and parents’ heartbroken.
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Get up Vanessa get up.
Uncle draws the cross on your brow.
Friends touch your hand, or hair.
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"Get up Vanessa get up!"
Is your father threat as he hits your casket.
But you’ve already gone to your final exit.
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Monday the day of her funeral; almost everyone wore pink (her favorite color) and black as requested, even the men wore either a pink tie or shirt with black pants and jacket. The women were uniformly in pink blouse and black pants or skirt.

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There were so many people that we filled to over flowing the kingdom hall (The kids were raised Jehovah witnesses but the father is Catholic). Later at the chapel they had to have us view Vanessa’s body in shifts then we exited out the door. Then we follow the hearse in our cars to Arbor Vita Cemetery.

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The reception afterwards was subdued as these things generally are. The mother went to lie down as the dad made his rounds.

We sat in the sun and I got a sun burn, and because I worse sunglasses I have a skiers tan (burn) either that or I look like a raccoon. It’s an odd sort of souvenir of that very sad day.
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This is from Vanessa’s parents; it was written on the back side of the card that was handed out at the funeral;

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Perhaps you sent a lovely card,
Or sat quietly in a chair.
Perhaps you sent a floral piece.
If so we saw it there.
Perhaps you said the kindest of words,
As any friend can say.
Perhaps you were not there at all
And just thought of us that day.
Whatever you did to console our hearts
We thank you so much whatever the part.
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Thank you one and all for all your care and sympathy.
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