In Celebration of the Life of

Jeannie Freeman

Sept. 21, 1947-Nov. 6, 2011

Jeannie’s favorite place was the beach-any beach! She loved to see the waves and listen to the sound of the sea. One of our best memories with mom was of a spring break vacation trip to Cannon Beach. To honor mom’s wishes we took her remains to a beautiful spot near Haystack Rock on a quiet December morning. The weather was perfect…sunny, clear, and cool with no wind. Each of the girls read poems to Gramma and Jada shared a selection from a book that she had recently read aloud to her mom. The tide was very low, so the girls walked out toward the sea to scatter rose petals and ashes. The girls also wrote loving words to Gramma in the sand. There were tears and laughter…
	Adapted from a Poem by E. Brenneman Her Journey’s Just Begun Don’t think of her as gone away her journey’s just begun, life holds so many facets this earth is only one. Just think of her as resting from sorrows and the tears, in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years. Think how she must be wishing that we could know today how nothing but our sadness can really pass away. And think of her as living in the hearts of those she touched, for nothing loved is ever lost and she was loved so much.
Poems by Ellen A star, a star, A beautiful star, Smiling from above. One angel, So kind With hair of blue, saying, “I love you.” A child, a child, From down below, Looking up at the sky. Wondering, wondering, Asking all stars, “Is my gramma in heaven, yet?” One star, So bright. Lighting up, the night. The sun, a star. Smiling down, from afar. One gentle, caring face. Saying, “I love you.”	Poems by Phoebe My Grandmother My grandmother was always nice, a mean word never heard. So we were overcome with sadness, when she came no more. Our eyes were full of shining tears, and our cheeks were cherry red. My grandmother was always nice, a mean word never said. My Angel My angel is my grandmother from shining sun to glowing moon. I love her with all my heart. A tear drop falls upon the sand and reminds me of happiness, sadness, and fun. Our friendship was great, but now is no more. From the bottom of my heart, it still is.