Rest in peace Christy Hoffman.
I remember when I was 5, it all began
You were my bus driver
You were my babysitter
You were my moms best friend
You were my 2nd mom
Your son was my WWE champion partner
Your daughter was always Baby Spice when we played Spice world
They were my best friends
Your husband, Bob, was the dad I never had
He always made me spegttios
You would give me a piece of candy everytime I put a sticker on your bus
You saved me from being molested, by breaking down the door
You were held at knife point and still thought of us little ones first
You and your family were everything to me
You and my mom got in a fight, and stopped being friends
You weren’t in my life anymore
You were at your daughters 16th birthday,
that was one of the last times I saw you
You were in that closed casket on Saturday
That was the last time I felt you
You were released into the sky when we cut the ballon string

I put my finger on your casket and told you good bye
you were beautiful, and I hate knowing I’ll never see you again
Emily was strong at the Funeral, it was hard, I know it was but she managed to get through it
You’ll be proud of her I know it.

I love you Auntie Christy
January 2nd, 1972- September 14th, 2010.

“We celebrate the lives of the dead,
It’s like a man’s best party, only happens when he dies.
We gather ‘round to pay our respects,
While their souls are still searching for the light,
Searching for the light.

So please don’t come to me on my dying day,
Just let me go in peace.
With all the things that I forgot to say,
Racing through my mind.
And don’t you bury me six feet under ground,
Just burn my body in a box.
And let my ashes blow with the wind,
Out into the night sky.”