Born January 22, 1920; Passed December 13, 2009.  On Wednesday, we spent celebrating the life of Helen Pattee.  Greg’s grandmother that raised him while his parents worked.  Helen was an amazing lady who taught in a one room school house in Iowa.  Could you imagine our teachers today, teaching and cooking breakfast and lunch for all their students.  I loved hearing the stories of how there was always plenty of food at Grandma’s house, fresh from the garden.  That explains why Pamela (Greg’s mom) always cooks way too much food.  Grandma Helen was so sweet and called me Greg’s little angel.  Jim, Greg’s cousin Gina’s husband lead a very nice service and rounds of sharing.  He also read Greg’s letter to Helen before she passed away.  Pam picked a great Poem, I would like to share:

 

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am gentle autumn rain.

 

When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die!