Being a native of Duluth, Minnesota, standing only 4’10” with a shoe size of four, Grandma was a pioneer in the medical field. She developed two techniques in taking X-rays and was in the medical “Who’s Who,” twice.

Was it destiny that her oldest granddaughter would be a florist and have the opportunity to work in a cemetery for four years? That she understands the rules and regulations set by the cemeteries, and seeks compassion for the families not understanding those regulations?

As Mary Angela has worked in the Death Care Industry for 30 years, she was inspired to share this little book, “Every Soul Knows... Forget Me Not” about death and the healing process...

a healing process that every soul knows.

www.theforgetmenotbook.com

Mother, how my heart ached all my life to really know mine. But when I was a little girl, at the advanced age of four years, I was like other children; I too, had a mother. And she was beautiful. A mother who was happy, youthful and full of vitality!

I vividly recall how I sat on her bed and watched with child–like idolism her reflection in the dresser mirror. She stood erect in her favorite royal blue satin robe as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Then she brushed her long, dark brown wavy hair with even strokes as it hung in ripples down her back. Her clear deep blue eyes, under thick curled lashes, sparkled like stars. And her wide smile exposed perfect pearly–white even teeth.

In less than one weeks’ time life was all over for her. She’d been so alive with all the high hopes and unfulfilled desires she had for her future and that of her family. Then, suddenly from a heart attack, her twenty–seven brief years of life was snuffed out like a candle. Her new permanent address was now a heavenly mansion. God had called her to return to her Maker.

Mary G. Booth: September 30, 1913 to January 11, 2003