Mrs. Myrtle Lorraine Bedwell

I live in Southaven, Mississippi, about six-hundred miles away from my mother's side of the family, including my Grandma. My immediate family would try to visit her at least once a year during the summertime for about a week or so. I remember one summer I traveled up there to live with her for two weeks. I had a short glimpse into her daily life. From that glimpse, I determined that my grandmother was the type of person that did

I live in Southaven, Mississippi, about six-hundred miles away from my mother's side of the family, including my Grandma. My immediate family would try to visit her at least once a year during the summertime for about a week or so. I remember one summer I traveled up there to live with her for two weeks. I had a short glimpse into her daily life. From that glimpse, I determined that my grandmother was the type of person that did all she could to help others. She never did wrong to them and always put them before herself. She was active in her community and a help to her neighbors. She never let anyone down. Never let a man go hungry. Never let a man remain saddened. She loved her family with all her heart, and they loved her back.

I remember late night 1,000 piece puzzles and watching the Royals lose but routing for them wholeheartedly anyway. I remember mounds of stuffed animals and going for a ride in the "Junkmobile". I remember "Grandma's Famous Potato Soup" and taking food to the neighbors. I learned a lot in those two weeks. How to have fun, always helping a fellow man in need, and the importance of putting others first.

But when my time with her had come to an end, she never failed to send a card every Christmas and every birthday of mine. She never failed to call me up, just to ask how I was doing and how school was going for me. She sent me presents as often as she could. She never forgot me or any of her other children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. She is the most loving and caring woman I have ever known or ever will know. I miss you, Grandma, but I know now you're in a better place.

Hello Mom! I look forward to having you watch over me still from heaven. Still trying to keep me in line. A hard job. Pat

miss you mom

Annette Carpenter

Myrtle was like a grandma to me. Infact she was better than my own grandma. She loved me and just about everyone she has ever came in contact with. She will be loved and missed.