Heaven welcomed a new angel today.
My sister-in-law Connie’s earthly life ended this afternoon, October 27, 2013 after a short illness (although she lasted twice as long as the doctors first said she would).
She was pretty much perfect.
She knew her time was coming, and she had her life in complete order.
I’m pretty sure I would not be as prepared, or even half as courageous.
Here she is with Maddie, just a few months ago.
She will be missed a lot and we pray for her grieving family.
Thank goodness our faith gives us the comfort of eternal life with our loved ones.
Also…
Today, I dug out Grandma Palmer’s genealogy book (which I borrowed and need to return).
I re-typed a new copy of a little autobiography she had written that was quite faded and worn.
As I was typing, her birth date, October 27, 1902 jumped out at me. I had forgotten that today was her birthday.
She was also an incredible woman. She had a hard childhood with her mother passing away when Helen was just ten (her mother was the young age of 31).
She and her sister Lucille had to take turns keeping house for her father and brothers, while the other one would go live for a year with one of their aunts. She learned at a young age how to cook, sew, iron, bottle fruit, darn socks, and keep a neat and tidy house.
The Lamoreaux girls:
Helen (left) and Lucille (right)
So you see, while October 27 may be just a normal day for you, it will always be a memorable day to me!
The comment below was written by the poet Carol Lynn Pearson, a friend of Connie’s, on Facebook today. I think it is from one of her poems.
POINT OF VIEW...Sun and mountain meet. "Look," I say, "Sunset!" But I forget that far away an islander wipes morning from his eyes and watches the same sun rise. What's birth? And death? What's near or far? It all depends on where you are."




