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Cindy posted a condolence
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Dear Sweet Old Grandma,
Uncle Herb passed away this morning. He joins beloved Aunt Gen, you, dear Grandpa Knol, Aunt Marge, Uncle Bill, Aunt Dorothy, Uncle Ed, my dad, your parents, and so many others up there with you. I hope you're singing glorious hyms, while playing the giant organ in the sky. You will be in our hearts forever. We love you all, and miss you dearly. To God be the glory.
With love, in what would have been your 100th year.
Cindy (Donnestad) Roberts & Family
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Claire Joy posted a condolence
Thursday, March 25, 2010
I found myself saved from "Michael Finnegan" yesterday by the usual trick. DSOG, thank you for introducing us to "The Walrus and The Carpenter". It has rescued me many a time, and continues to do so. I love and miss you.
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Sharon Knol posted a condolence
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
It was Tuesday and there was a pending snow storm. I walked into the room and Jim was quietly, gently singing an old dutch hymn to his mother. The nurse had just been in the room to make Mom as comfortable as possible and the doctor had been in and out. That thin golden thread between heaven and earth was getting thinner. It was soon to strain enough to allow Mom to break free of what she so aptly termed, "this veil of tears." And, there were tears. They were mine.*****
I sat with Mom almost all day. Only one of us talked. She did what she could;she listened with her heart if not her ears. I found a small devotional and I read to her. I sang (mostly hummed) a hymn or two and then I thought I probably needed to pay my bills. I set up shop at the foot of her bed and in between talking to her about the price of electricity and my most recent trip to the grocery store, I thanked her.*****
I thanked her for being so patient. I thanked her for being so patient with me. In the beginning (so very long ago) I felt a bit like a bull in a china shop. I told her how it felt to enter a family system so different from my own. I told her I could only imagine how hard it was for her. I let her know how I was sorry I made it harder than it had to be. I was so young and looking back -- so was she.*****
I remember a time when we were both young and the President of Western Seminary,
I. John Hesselink, happened to be on a road trip with his family and broke down in Montague. It was Sunday morning and he and his family attended worship at Ferry Memorial. Mom and Dad were visiting and we may have been planning to go out for lunch. Anyway, at the end of the service I invited the three them to our house for Sunday dinner. To this day I can still see the surprise on Mom's face. The two of us rushed home and threw together an impromptu dinner for our auspicious guests. Mom made it very clear that's not something she would have done. But, how much she appreciated that in me. We were very different from each other, but over the years (thankfully, there were many) learned to appreciate those difference.*****
We met over Scrabble(my rules - not hers), we met over music (not always the same), we met over children/grandchildren and now great-grandchildren. We met each other in God; I recognized and appreciated her quiet devotion, her unquestioning commitment and her love and sometimes frustration with the church. And, let's not forget, we both love the same man.*****
If you are one of those people taking the time to read the stories shared in this space, I feel privileged to have "met" you here over Mom. Mom is one of the many links binding us to each other. I am truly blessed. Blessings to you and yours as you "meet" each other today and everyday.
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Jordan posted a condolence
Friday, March 5, 2010
As the youngest of the grandchildren (and the only boy), I think Gramma's "playing" days were behind her by the time I was coming around. She was always more into crossword puzzling and organ music while Grandpa and Dad and I played whiffleball, canoed, or learned to make water splash up onto one another simply by clasping our hands together a certain way.
It wasn't until I was a teenager and started playing the guitar a little that I first thought of Gramma as "cool". I remembered hearing an organ solo at their condo in Florida that I found haunting, and vowed to learn how to pluck it out so I could show it to her. Thankfully, not all that many years ago, I got the chance. She was surprised I remembered the song, and was even MORE surprised to be referred to as "cool" by me. I'm not sure she knew how to take it.
Not long thereafter, I moved to DC while she ended up in New Jersey.
In DC, if you don't have a car and you're relying on public transportation most of the time, you grow used to grabbing a quick newspaper on the way to the Metro. I still don't remember starting this habit I've gotten, but boy is there evidence of it now. The proof is in the myriad of SuDoKus, KenKens and, most importantly, crossword puzzles that are on my side of the bed, in my living room, or stuffed in my backpack at any given moment. (I had a whole stack of undone ones that I recently threw out because I think Nelina would have left me if I didn't. I'm not gonna lie; I still think about them sometimes.) One day, I realized I could print The Washington Post crossword right from the website and was insanely happy about two things: 1. I no longer had to daily spend $.35 for one puzzle anymore, and 2. I could save some for Gramma.
Since these two developments, I've gotten much better at both the guitar and at crosswording. I'm in a relationship where that stereotypical "sit together on Sunday afternoons and do the crossword together over coffee" scenerio is legit, and plays out weekly. To this day, one of the coolest songs I know how to play is Bach's "Little Fugue in G Minor". But when I most think of Gramma is not when I think of Silver Lake, Michigan or those little salamanders in Pinellas Park. Rather, it's when I catch myself filling in those little grids in tiny capital letters. Sometimes, I can even finish one in ink, with no crossouts - just those little capital letters. Those are the puzzles that make me think of Gramma; neat, concise, organized and detailed, but also effortless, crisp and complete.
I'm glad to have grown into being "cool" with my Grandmother. And I think some part of her knew just how "cool" she was.
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Judy Girod posted a condolence
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Dear Jim and Sharon, My sincere sympathy to you having just heard this sad news. Special prayers for you and your family. With fond regards, Judy Girod
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Diane and Greg Massey posted a condolence
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Jim and Sharon ~ Our deepest condolences on the passing of your beloved mother and Sharon, mother-in-law. Although we didn't know her, the passing of such a significant figure in your life brings sadness and emptiness. Have gratitude in knowing she is now resting in peace with our creator .... may God bless her. Diane and Greg Massey
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