On January 10, 2002 my doctor diagnosed me with a brain tumor. He told me I had a month to live. What was I going to do? I started to cry however, that wasn't the answer. I had to tell my family, they needed to know. I wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, and I also wanted to make my own funeral arrangements. Was there enough time for me to do everything?
             Telling my family I only had a month to live was the hardest thing I ever had do. It was important to me to tell them because we shared everything with each other. My children took it the hardest. They wanted to know why I had to go. I told them everybody has to go someday and it was my time. I told them that we would all be together again someday. My husband agreed, he said, "That's right children we will all be together again but right now lets focus on the time your mother has left. We are going to live each moment as if it was your mothers last." We did just that.
             It took me to be dying for a trip to a paradise island like Cancun, Mexico. I made it. We spend four days and three nights on a beautiful sandy beach resort. Everyday we watched the sunset it was amazing. One night I can recall sitting on the beach listening to the waves as a gentle breeze scraped across my face. It was at that moment; I realize what life was all about. It was now time for me to return home to make my finally arrangements.
             It was now January 27; I began to make my funeral arrangements. I am doing my own funeral arrangement to relieve the burden from my family. I wanted my funeral to be like no other. The ceremony would be filled with songs, laughter and great moments told by my family and friends. I want everybody to be able to kick off their shoes and celebrate me going home to a place where I would feel no pain, just laughter and happy times. The funeral will end with a slide show of pictures of me having a great time enjoying life to the ful...