I’ve appreciated the responses I’ve received in recent weeks as I’ve written about our final journey with our mother, Elsie Fagerlin. Elsie died May 25, a blessed release for her, a monumental but inevitable loss for us.

            We’re a family of writers, and my niece, Sandra Chambers, recently wrote about her grandmother in the newsletter she and her husband send monthly to their real estate clients (www.EverettHomesForZeroDown.com). I trust she won’t mind that I’m sharing this delightful portrait of my mom with you. My favorite part is the final paragraph, and I share that prayer for all of you.   Mary

Dear Friends,

            I trust this letter finds you all well in this season of growth and personally in this season of your own life. Occasionally I step deeper into our lives and invite you to share in our more personal moments. This will be one of those times.

            Our beautiful, wonderful grandmother is 92 years old. She’s shared a rich, full life with us. Supporting my grandfather in ministering to Lutheran churches across the country. Leading the women in her churches and even internationally to serve and teach. Going back to school in her 60s to earn her degree and then teaching our servicemen and young adults. Tutoring immigrants in English up until recently, even in her assisted living apartment.

            Grandma Elsie taught us much about laughter and wit, frugality, generosity and faith. One of my favorite memories is staying the night and having Cheerios together in the morning with half-and-half and a cut banana on top. Then after breakfast she and Grandpa would open their Bible and devotional, as they did every morning, and we’d start the day with scripture and prayer together.

            This last year has been tough for Grandma, but she’s faced it with strength and a smile. I told last year of how she broke her neck and was in a metal halo for some time. She met that challenge with strength and acceptance.

            This spring Grandma was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Her condition has quickly deteriorated, and earlier this week she wasn’t responding. By no means am I a primary caretaker or decision maker, but just being nearby is a gift that I treasure. I drove to Tacoma praying that she stay just a little longer through Mother’s Day, when all the family were going to be here, flying in from California, North Carolina and Illinois.

            As I held Grandma’s hand, I was so grateful there was nothing that has been left unsaid, no regrets. I love her dearly, and I know that I am treasured in turn. Grandma’s on her way to see Jesus and Grandpa Carl, and life (in death) is as it should be.

            You always knew where you stood with Grandma (for good or ill—sometimes both at once). My prayer for you is that you and the ones you love know exactly where you stand with each other, and that it’s always on solid ground.

            Many, many blessings to you all,

            Sandy