Welcome we are here to celebrate the life of Cindy M, she lead a very exciting life filled with family and friends. Cindy passion for crafts, she leaves behind a huge collection of her artwork a few on display beside her coffin. Cindy’s last request upon her death is to remember her as a person who found the simple joys of life in camping and kayaking with family and friends. Cindy loved to make tamales for her everyone. Her love for her nieces, nephews and grandson. And for the love of her life, her husband, their son and her constant companion ‘dog’ Katie. Please no flowers instead donate the money to the animal shelter
It's beginning to look like spring The flowers beginning to raise their sleepy little heads The trees show the signs of the new leaves soon to unwrap Like the cocoons of butterflies spreading their wings The birds and squirrels are starting to give chase As the warmth brings on the frolicking of their matings
Songs fill the air as birds sing their finest The flood waters crest and start to subside Children on bicycles peddle past The nearby park is full of activity People are walking that have been sitting all winter As the bulky coats come off in exchange for light jackets
New puppies from the winter season are going on first walks As older dogs yearn to go outside to laze the day away Hammering is heard from the new outdoor remodeling projects Breathing in the damp earth as it dries from the winter weather Watching the sun turn the brown world to a world of color Ah yes, its beginning to look like spring Cindy
Alone on a pristine white sandy beach Sun overhead Scent of brine assaults my senses As waves washes over my bare feet
I sit there reflecting back My childhood filled with dreams Of a future unknown Losses of life Which now I find alone
Heartache of pain Please wash away Cleanse my soul As I take the first step into clear sea
I don't want to remember Her face when she laid dying For I know she wouldn't want me to Instead she'd want me to remember Her eyes lined with blue eyeshadow Lips colored with the perfect shade of red. Hair a brilliant auburn, teased to perfection. I don't want the memories To be filled with her pain For I know she wouldn't want me to Instead she'd want my memories Of her laughter Joy of life by sitting on the grass With a fishing pole in her hand The sun warming her shoulders On the day we took a float trip Her smile by the light of a camp fire. I don't want to recall Hearing her voice weak Instead she'd want me to recall Her voice strong and filled with pride Of her family and friends How strong she were in life Overcoming a painful childhood Growing up into a beautiful woman Marrying a older man With his own children And she proudly declared each one has her own. Brought 4 more children into their life's. When I close my eyes It's the beautiful woman Hair brilliant of color and eyes alight with happiness Body and mind strong For that is who she was in life. She wouldn't want it any other way. Dedicated to my momma 'Nola May Green' Daddy I miss your laughter, mischievous ways and love of life. See you both in my dreams Cindy Mashburn
Fate
What if she turned right instead taking her normal path Find out later that there’d been a horrific wreck Was it a invisible hand that had nudged her towards the right To keep her from harm For it wasn’t her time
What if she met someone at a park or bar? Instead of giving out her number A voice in her head ‘don’t do it, walk away’ Later to learn of a woman had been found murder in the area
Everything happens for a reason One wrong turn in the road Stranger asking for a phone number A single turn in the opposite direction
So many what if’s in life Every action pro or con Planned or Accident Fate leads us to where we’re supposed to be
On the corner table in the room sat a black object that hadn’t been there the night before, on further inspection I realized it to be a old rotary phone similar to the phone I’d used as a child. Mmmmmmm I pondered to myself has to how this phone became to be sitting there. Who could have placed the old fashion phone in the room, knowing my husband did not do the deed. I jumped when the phone started to ring the old familiar ringtone of a time past. Carefully I picked up the receiver, “hello” At first all I could hear was static then a faint voice ‘Cindy…Cindy.’ Static once again
‘Hello..hello who’s calling?’ My voice trembled as I stared around the room thinking to myself “couldn’t be or could it?’
The voice on the other end appeared to be stronger “Cindy…..can you….here…meeeeeeeee? Cindy don’t …………..hang…..up……we are here……wait…a moment….Cindy”
Hesitating a moment, my mind reeling at the thought that could I be receiving a call from Heaven? Could all my prayers of asking no begging finally be answered?
‘Daddy???” Been almost 40 years since I heard his voice, maybe my mind is playing a sick joke. Glancing around with tears in my eyes I say ask again “Daddy?”
Cindy…just listen please for we only have a few minutes for each of us to talk., yes, baby it’s me and our family calling to let you know that we’re all together, each wanting to say a few words to let you know that we all watch over you. Love..you,…..now your Momma wants to talk to you…’
One by one each of family members spoke a few words each ending with how much they love me, until the last family member stated that they’re time was up, for there were others waiting to call their own families. Then suddenly the antique phone disappeared from my hand to appear in someone else’s home, so they too can receive a call from heaven.
Cindy M
Listen closely Quiet voices mingle Words mangled as one Fear gripped from the unknown
Peer cautiously all around Shadows appear and fade Shivered as unseen fingers reach out from beyond Terror grasped from what is hidden
Wait!!! Close your eyes And listen closely Voices heard from heaven above Why was I so afraid As the Final whisper wandered away without care Cindy
Wondering if he'd notice her today? Would he look her way and see the inner beauty Or pass over her as if she wasn't there Would her laughter intrigue him Enough for him to want to explore the true woman Not care if her beauty doesn't match what society says Will he look into her eyes see the soul of innocence and strength Of the woman inside who'd give all her love to one man A woman who'd walk through hell to save her soulmate A woman who'd give him child that she'd nourish from her breasts A woman who's true beauty is in her eyes Who'd wear her wrinkles with pride as she ages For the wrinkles around her eyes Are a testament of the laughter they've shared The frown lines are from so many hours worrying When her child or husband is sick The wrinkles around her lips are from the smiles From years of watching their child grow And years of smiling up at the man Who saw the beauty of her inner soul Cindy
poem I had wrote to my sister Tammie. Lost without you in this world and tears hide behind the smile that I show to others. My mind wanders and roams down the lane of our memories we had created together. Only you and I had shared. One day I might wake up and not think of calling or texting you. But you’ll always be there beside me with our fingers link, no one just you and I’ll know that you are here with me.
And now the poem I had wrote to my sister Tammie
we've shared laughter and tears throughout our lives always knowing with just a word the other would come We've held each other close in fear of the unknown Stood close with our hands held tight to give the other the strength to make it through tomorrow's And together we'll battle the war and triumphant Cindy M
