when my grandpa was at the last weeks of his life, he was in his bed and said to my grandma and all the other people sitting around him "i wan't to go home..." my grandma siad "you are home, dave." he didn't repsond. the next day, my dad was with him, he said "i wan't to go home..." and my dad asked "where are you right now?" he said "ooh i'm miles away from home..." "no, this is your house" said my dad.

one night my grandma was siiting by him and before he fell asleep she wispered in his ear, "you can go now,dave. don't worry about me, i'll be fine..."


_______divid jahnke: died august 11, 8:45 pm_____



the last line of the poem that was picked out for his funaral:

"i'm going home."







true story yah know.... i looked on his face whene he was in his cofin, and i saw the somthing that made me so happy. he had a smile on his face..... i broke out in tears in saddness and joy. i was sad that she was gone but i was happy for him, he didn't have to suffer with canser anymore, he could do what ever he want's to now, but most of all he gets to see the face of god! no one on earth can imagine that! he well i'm going to stop now bofore i get my laptop wet..he