Friday, January 18, 2019
My dearest Gene, (Priscilla, Elizabeth), like a mother, reminded me of my mother, she will be dearly missed. I took care of her and her husband, totally devoted to each other and their family. They would have celebrated their 77th anniversary this year. She shared her experiences, her joys, her faith, poems/ pictures/ and jokes sent to her by family on her IPad, and her concerns, always trying to hide her pain. She loved the Yellowwood trees out her living room window, the fresh cut flowers her daughter brought in, the jellies and bruschetta her son-in-law made, the visits from all of her family members, and her latest legacy, little Genevieve. She watched for the first leaf to fall, from her bed, last fall. She found joy in all things. I cried with her, (and many did), when she couldn’t hide her pain or wavered, only lasting a short while. She would then apologize for not being strong. Never a complainer, only when fitting and would speak her mind. What a powerhouse. Loved her so.
Gene, enjoy seeing Clifton again, no longer being in pain, and enjoy walking in the forests again. ❤️
