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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Eloise Wisse, 64 years old, born on April 9, 1947, and passed away on March 7, 2012. We will remember her forever.
I miss my Sister, but i know she's in better place. and i also understand she comes back as angel for her children. she is looking over the two of you and of course her grandson (Travis).. Love you Eloise
Born In Long Beach, CA. oldest of Four siblings, Grew up In Merced,CA. Resided in Sacramento,CA. Her Interest was sewing, and cooking. Eloise enjoyed going to Church. survived One brother and one sister, Two Children, Dorothy, Michael, and one Grandchild Travis. Memorial Donation is welcome on 2324 L St. Sacramento, First Baptist Church. We Love you Eloise.
Missing MOM I awake each morning to start a new day But the pain of loosing you never goes away. I go about the things I have to do And as the hours pass I think again of you. I want to call you and just hear your voice Then I remember that I have no choice For you are not there and now my heart cries Just to see you again to tell you goodbye To say MOM I love you and I always will And hope that
I miss my Sister, but i know she's in better place. and i also understand she comes back as angel for her children. she is looking over the two of you and of course her grandson (Travis).. Love you Eloise
Born In Long Beach, CA. oldest of Four siblings, Grew up In Merced,CA. Resided in Sacramento,CA. Her Interest was sewing, and cooking. Eloise enjoyed going to Church. survived One brother and one sister, Two Children, Dorothy, Michael, and one Grandchild Travis. Memorial Donation is welcome on 2324 L St. Sacramento, First Baptist Church. We Love you Eloise.
One of my earliest memories of my Mom was when I was about 9 years old. I was walking with her from the grocery store carrying two gallons of milk. I wanted to show her that I was strong enough to help and take the load off of her. But when we got home, getting ready to put the milk away, I dropped the milk and it burst all over the floor in the kitchen. I looked at my mom, and she was furious. She made me clean it with paper towels and a mop. She was relentless making me wipe the counters, and cabinet doors. I used just about the entire roll of towels and went to get the mop and there she was right behind me with the mop, and a bucket of warm soapy water. But she wasn't there to be a terrifying nanny. She was there mopping the floor behind me. She was there to take the load off of me. She taught me a valuable lesson about responsibility and owning up to fix my mess. In hindsight, I love her for making me clean up the milk and I love her for being there for me.