Saturday, February 29, 2020
My niece was laid to rest last Tuesday. My Aunt graciously donated one of her plots to my sister for her. She is next to my Grandmother, Step-grandfather, and my Aunt's husband. I still feel like I need to wake from a bad dream.
The town my sister lives in is very small, population of about 300. They rallied around her family with so much love and support. There were purple and blue ribbons tied around various posts and signs on main street, even the Sinclair Dino sported a blue hat and purple flower garlands. Various places offered to put up family members at no charge, and so much food was brought to my sister’s house, she still has a freezer full. The entry way to the family room is lined with cards, both purchased and handmade, from classmates and other students at her school. The church house was packed for her funeral service, so many came to offer love, and share what she meant to them. My sister had about 100 framed pictures of her set out, and asked people to please take one with them. I missed the very beginning of the graveside service, I had to get Papa from his HD treatment, but I was there to hear people share stories or Arri and share my own words.
My sister, in her eulogy, said that Arriahna was so good, such a bright light, that our Heavenly Father called her home before this world could corrupt her. Her light will live on in all of us, and we should strive to live as she did, with love and compassion.
And yes, that is a baby skunk that she is holding. They found it and turned it into a wildlife rescue.