MY MOTHER SPEAKS FROM THE GRAVE

I WANT TO SHARE MY MOTHER'S BRIGHT SPIRIT WITH THE WORLD.

SO I ASKED HER THIS MORNING FOR INSPIRATION

(she is still alive in my head and heart)

She gave me this poem!

I SMILED AS I LAY DYING

Pause dear friend a moment with me;

scan this restful scene:

these are husks of souls departed,

and mine---I'm Bobbie Jean.

I was born and lived and died-

never certain the reason or rhyme,

but believing we all are sent from eternity

to adventure here in time.

My children say of me that love

was my life's guiding goal;

that I gave the gift of cheerfulness

while polishing my soul.

My life was good-- coming and going;

I willingly said goodbye;

thought it lucky to be born--

and just as lucky to die.

That's why I smiled as I lay dying;

ending a full life's story;

told my children: “don't look so sad---

I'm on my way to glory.”

RANDY COMMENTS:  Believe me sweet people--it is true.  I was at her side as she lay dying and she said those very words.
I will arrange to have this picture and those words put on her tombstone for all who pass to read.
When it is done I will post a picture.

And there it is dear readers--picture and poem on her tombstone.

Here she rests with my stepfather Eugene Beatty in a quiet country graveyard in the tiny hamlet of Heflin, Louisiana.