| The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet, tucked neatly under the four corners of a mattress, located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine and don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that some-day, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat or a deaf girl will hear the sound of the rain against her window. Burn what is left of me. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all my prejudice against my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all that I have asked, I will live forever. Click Here to view Tribute Video |
Hanne Jacoby Franz
| Thank you to all who came by to say farewell to our Queen. |