Helen Martin

We are deeply sorry for your loss ~ Erickson - Shullsburg

‘Aunt’ doesn’t quite express the closeness I felt to ‘Aunt Honey’ in my life. An amazing life of love & service that I am already missing. Honey was also a precious bridge to our family history and we were blessed to hear stories of her growing up in Ion, Iowa and life on the farm. I loved to see her laugh and that especially happened when I told her stories of the luxurious caretaking of our house pets. Her laugh was so genuine and infectious I was always excited to tell her the next story that was sure to elicit her great humor! Love You Honey now & always! Thank you for blessing our lives…God Bless! - Kevin & Melanie Aird

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. ~Mary Elizabeth Frye

With deepest sympathy,