Memory of Joan Carol Mack

This is the view of the cemetery. Beautiful!

Family and close friends carrying her up the hill.

Her Hurst.

Her casket and beautiful flowers.

On Wednesday as I was pulling into the parking lot for a baseball game I got the call that I have been dreading for a few years now. It was a call from my dad saying that my grandma had just passed away. She was diagnosed with small cell cancer almost three years ago and was only given 6 months to live but she lasted almost three years. She was a fighter that was for sure. So my mom left right away while my dad, brothers, I and Chazlyn flew up to San Francisco on Friday. When we arrived on Friday we helped get the house ready for the gathering after the funeral as well as get the funeral preperations all done. The funeral was Saturday at 2:00 p.m. and it was so beautiful. My dad did the ceremony and he did an awesome job. After she was loaded into this old fashion hurst and taken up the hill where we laid her to rest. We then headed to the house to have a celebration of her life. Grandma was 77 years old when she passed away from a heart attack on Wednesday night. She loved baking, cooking, being with family and friends and traveling in their R.V. with her husband of 59 years. The rest of the week we had a great time with Grandpa going to the farmers market, out to eat, going to the beach and traveling to San Francisco twice to SHOP! Fun but exhausting trip. We will miss Grandma greatly; but look forward for Grandpa coming down to spend some time with us, since we usually only got to see them once a year. LOVE you BOTH!