the first few days
My posts will probably be somewhat Jumpy. Covering time then and time now. The first few days I am sure I was in shock. I made my phone calls, informing my relatives and a few friends of what happened. (no one told me that you are expected to give a list to someone and they are supposed to call and tell people for you). people came by, people brought food. Lots and lots of food. I rehashed the accident over and over in my head and on the phone. It all seemed so surreal. Surely this is just a bad dream. Or surely she will come walking in. I think that was the oddest sensation. It was not necessarily denial, but it just seemed like she had gone some where for a while and would be back, and walk thru the door and say "Hiiiii". But no such luck.
After a few days I had to start making decisions on "arrangements", "services" and such. We had just talked a few months ago about cremation, because my dad had died. And, yes, Korry wanted to be cremated. Then I was obsessed with finding the perfect urn. I just sort of "functioned". Decisions had to be made and with the help of Kelsey, Korry's younger sister whom she lived with, and my husband Paul, I picked out music, picked out flowers-make sure there are those little purple/white orchid type flowers, pictures for the video, a preacher, who wants to talk at her services? An Obituary... I had never given any thought to what my beautiful daughter's obituary would say. I read some in the paper to get ideas. My husband helped and finished it with "... she was an angel on loan from Heaven, and now she has returned." I cried so much when he showed me that. Services? what an awful word. I called it a Memorial Celebration of Korry's life. I wanted it to show how wonderful she was and how much she was loved.
I think a good testament to Korry was the fact that some of her customers from the restaurant where she served attended her memorial. She was such a sweet, kind girl.
Her memorial service was just as hard as you would expect. There was a video of pictures and music I had picked out, sharing Korry with all who came. A preacher talked. (no one told me it didnt have to be a preacher, Korry was not real big on church) I talked a bit, just about some of the wonderful things in Korry's life and then her closest friend talked. Jaymie was a wreck but she wanted to share her love for Korry and what a wonderful friend and person she was.
After a few days I had to start making decisions on "arrangements", "services" and such. We had just talked a few months ago about cremation, because my dad had died. And, yes, Korry wanted to be cremated. Then I was obsessed with finding the perfect urn. I just sort of "functioned". Decisions had to be made and with the help of Kelsey, Korry's younger sister whom she lived with, and my husband Paul, I picked out music, picked out flowers-make sure there are those little purple/white orchid type flowers, pictures for the video, a preacher, who wants to talk at her services? An Obituary... I had never given any thought to what my beautiful daughter's obituary would say. I read some in the paper to get ideas. My husband helped and finished it with "... she was an angel on loan from Heaven, and now she has returned." I cried so much when he showed me that. Services? what an awful word. I called it a Memorial Celebration of Korry's life. I wanted it to show how wonderful she was and how much she was loved.
I think a good testament to Korry was the fact that some of her customers from the restaurant where she served attended her memorial. She was such a sweet, kind girl.
Her memorial service was just as hard as you would expect. There was a video of pictures and music I had picked out, sharing Korry with all who came. A preacher talked. (no one told me it didnt have to be a preacher, Korry was not real big on church) I talked a bit, just about some of the wonderful things in Korry's life and then her closest friend talked. Jaymie was a wreck but she wanted to share her love for Korry and what a wonderful friend and person she was.
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