Graye Bullock Obituary

Graye M. Bullock VIRGINIA BEACH - Graye Manners Bullock, 72, passed away June 17, 2009. Mrs. Bullock was the daughter of the late Thomas and Graye Sheridan Manners. She was preceded in death by her husband, Bobby Bullock and a daughter, Linda Lee Wood Adcock. Mrs. Bullock was an avid golfer and a member of the Red Hat Society. Survivors include three children, Robert L. Wood of Virginia Beach, Daniel T. Wood of Suffolk, Deborah Farrar of San Francisco; five grandchildren, Brey, Kye, Justin, Joshua and Trevor; three great-grandchildren, Mark Anthony, Annabelle Lee and Justice Hunter; and a sister, Leslie H. Copeland of Chesapeake. A graveside service will be held Monday at 10 a.m. in Rosewood Memorial Park. Rosewood Kellum Funeral Home is handling arrangements. Friends may sign the guest register book at www.mem.com.

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Published by The Virginian-Pilot on Jun. 20, 2009.

Memories and Condolences
for Graye Bullock

8 Entries

Lynne Monette

July 4, 2009

We are so sorry for your loss. We just returned home and learned of Graye's passing. We spent many a happy hour on the golf course and over the bridge table with her and she will be missed.

Robin Bullock

June 30, 2009

Of all the members of our extended families, Graye was the kindest and most thoughtful. I can't believe she's gone. Deepest sympathies for Bobby, Tim, and Leslie.

Kelly Graves

June 22, 2009

Dear Bobby, Timmy and Aunt Leslie,
I wish that I could be there with you. You are in my thoughts and prayers. I am sorry for our loss.

June 22, 2009

Dear Bobby, Timmy and Aunt Leslie,
I wish I could be there with you. Your are in my prayers and thoughts. I love you all
Love Kelly

Keep Your Fork the Best is Yet to Come

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live.
So as she was getting her things "in order" she contacted her Priest and had him come to her house to discuss
aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be
buried in.

Everything was in order and the Priest was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered
something very important to her.

"There's one more thing," she said excitedly. "What's that?" came the Priest's reply. "This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."

The Priest stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?" The young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request", said the Priest. The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told
me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who
are in need of encouragement.

In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were
being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, "Keep your fork". It was my favorite part because I knew
that something better was coming ... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and
with substance!

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with
the fork?" Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork. The best is yet to come."

The Priest's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of
the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of
heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as
much experience and knowledge.

She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's
casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Priest
heard the question, "What's with the fork?" and over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Priest told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before
she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he
could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking
about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear,
they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much
you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know
when it may be ‘their’ time to "Keep your fork".

Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share... being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a
sweet responsibility.

I love you Aunt Leslie, and I wanted to share this with you!
Love Kelly

Kelly Manners-Graves

June 22, 2009

Dear Bobby, Tim and Aunt Leslie, I wish I could be there with you. My love and prayers are with you all. I am going to try to come home soon. I love you all
Keep Your Fork the Best is Yet to Come

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live.
So as she was getting her things "in order" she contacted her Priest and had him come to her house to discuss
aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be
buried in.

Everything was in order and the Priest was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered
something very important to her.

"There's one more thing," she said excitedly. "What's that?" came the Priest's reply. "This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."

The Priest stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?" The young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request", said the Priest. The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told
me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who
are in need of encouragement.

In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were
being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, "Keep your fork". It was my favorite part because I knew
that something better was coming ... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and
with substance!

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with
the fork?" Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork. The best is yet to come."

The Priest's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of
the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of
heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as
much experience and knowledge.

She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's
casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Priest
heard the question, "What's with the fork?" and over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Priest told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before
she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he
could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking
about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear,
they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much
you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know
when it may be ‘their’ time to "Keep your fork".

Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share... being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a
sweet responsibility.

I love you Aunt Leslie, and I wanted to share this with you!
Love Kelly

Larry and Antoinette Guess

June 21, 2009

Dear Billy and Timmy, we were so sorry to hear of the loss of your Mom. She was in so many of our memories at Tom's. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Sandy McManus

June 20, 2009

I was so sorry to hear that Graye had passed away. I came to know Graye as a member at Cypress Point Country Club. We became friends and I enjoyed playing golf with her and socializing at the club functions. She was a good golfer and a good person. She will be missed.

Walking Buddies

Evelyn Richardson

June 20, 2009

Graye has gone to a better place but her memory lives on. I will miss Graye so much but I have so many good memories of such happy times spent with her.

Leslie, you and Graye's family are in my heart, thoughts and prayers.

I raise my glass of Chardonnay in honor and memory of my dear friend.

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