Shirley Wilson passed away on January 16, 2015 at the age of 86. A lifelong resident of Clawson, Michigan, she spent over 40 years as a high school teacher and counselor, 38 years in the Clawson School District. She graduated from Clawson High School, and went on to Alma College where she met her husband, Frank Wilson. They were married in 1952, and started a family shortly after that, raising six boys and one girl in her beloved town of Clawson. Shirley loved playing golf, the theater, watching her children and grandchildren compete in sports, tending to her garden, and annual vacations to Traverse City with her family and winters in Florida. With the passing of Frank in 2005, Shirley began a friendship with Bob McQuater. They traveled the country together, attended MSU football games, and enjoyed a very special relationship until her passing. She was an active member in her community and with the Alma Alumni Association where she sponsored a scholarship fund for deserving undergraduates. She is survived by her 6 sons, Keith Wilson; two grandchildren, Adam and Kyle, Craig Wilson, Bryan Wilson (Shelly); two grandchildren, Brady (Sarah), Whitney (Ben); one great-grandchild, Breckon, Kevin Wilson (Susan); four grandchildren, Taryn, Lauren, Kendall, and Kamren, Ken Wilson (Chris); three grandchildren, Evan, Alyssa, and Kelsey, Scott Wilson (Erin); three grandchildren, Cameron, Cole, and Chloe, and daughter, Kim Williams (Mike); four grandchildren, Alex, Madeline, Sophia, and Ava. A memorial service will be held at Clawson High School Auditorium, 101 John M Avenue, Clawson, MI on February 7, 2015 at 11:30 a.m. A Memorial Luncheon will follow at 1:30 p.m. at Petruzzello's Banquet & Conference Center, 6950 Rochester Rd, Troy, MI. The family suggests that in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Cure Alzheimer's Fund , 34 Washington Street, Suite 200 Wellesley Hills, MA 02481 www.curealz.org/.
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She was Harry and Clarinda’s baby number 3,
She was christened Shirley Irene,
She was little sister to Harry and Ken,
She was 305 Renshaw from beginning to end,
She was a child of the Depression and World War II,
She was Clawson High through and through,
She graduated high school at 16, and college at 20,
That’s where she met Frank, a guy she thought was kind of funny,
5 kids in 4 years, most would’ve thought that was enough,
But this was the generation made of “the right stuff”,
Eight years later came number seven,
You’d have thought she came straight from heaven,
She had all boys and finally a girl,
Her six grains of sand, and one shiny pearl,
With 7 kids, a husband, and a career, she went back to school to get her master’s degree,
And you kids thought you invented multi-tasking,
She didn’t have Oprah or Doctor Phil,
And for stress, you certainly didn’t take a pill,
She was cold cream on her face every night,
She didn’t need botox to keep her skin tight,
She was eat your vegetables, and clean your plate,
She was look me in the eye, and sit up straight,
She was don’t just stand there, get in and led a hand,
She was summers at the beach, playing in the sand,
She would remind you when you were getting too big for your britches,
With seven kids – she was a pro at removing stitches,
She was nothing comes easy, you work for every cent,
There was no such thing as an entitlement,
She was once you start something, you cannot quit,
She was take as much as you want, but use every bit,
She used accountability and consequences, to keep you on track,
But she always, always had your back,
She was never condescending, or critical of you,
She would encourage you in everything you do,
She was cartwheels across the gymnasium floor,
She was be a gentleman, and open the door,
She was sugar and spice and everything nice,
Charity was her only vice,
She was respect your elders, and don’t talk back,
She reprimanded you with logic, instead of a smack,
She was bus trips to DC with the senior class,
She’d bust you in the hall, if you didn’t have a pass,
She was Thanksgiving dinner, and homemade pumpkin pie,
She was Christmas stockings filled with goodies ‘til the day she died,
Apathy wasn’t an option, you can’t afford to be disengaged,
Motivation and involvement were the words of the day,
Feeling good about yourself should be innate,
But if needed, she was a pro at making you feel great,
She never interfered in your affairs,
When you needed her she was always there,
She wouldn’t dare ask – how come? Or why?
She made do with what she had, and always managed to get by,
When her mother got sick, and had to go away,
For 10 long years, she visited her nearly every day,
She was teacher, counselor, mentor, and so much more,
She was the life of the party, and never a bore,
She helped countless young men and women achieve their dreams,
She didn’t seek recognition; she was just part of the team,
She loved the arts, tending her garden, and sports of any kind,
She was a true renaissance woman, like many of her time,
She lost her husband of 53 years in 2005,
We all wondered how she would survive,
Then she met Bob, and there was no better companion,
It seemed like every year they were driving from Florida to the Grand Canyon,
She became a Spartan late in life,
Out with the maroon and cream, and in with the Green and White,
To you and me, and whoever she met,
She was one of those people you never forget,
She was full of life, and enjoying every day,
It didn’t seem right, that something would take this away,
It was a few lost words at first,
She knew this cruel disease was a family curse,
When the confusion became more frequent, and she couldn’t remember much,
Her smile never faded, there are some things even Alzheimer’s can’t touch,
In the final hours, you could sense the end was near,
A lifetime of memories filled the room, and everything seemed so clear,
No fanfare or suffering you see,
Just surrounded by family was how she wanted it to be,
In life and death she was like no other,
I’m so proud to call her my mother,
With the life she led I’m sure she’s fine,
I’m guessing right now she’s on the back nine,
You see, she’s finally got her foursome back – Shirley, Frank, Ruth, and Jim,
Once again, the women are taking quarters from the men.
Love you MOM!
So I’m thinking of what I want to say, and the tears come to my eyes
And I cannot seem to stop them, but I won’t apologize
I guess it always is the hardest, when we say our last goodbyes.
The reason we are here, perhaps some twist of fate
That goes back to the year, of nineteen twenty-eight
Two parents, for a princess prayed, a girl-she’d be a dancer
Like fairy tales in heaven are made, and Shirley was God’s answer.
As a child, tumbling and dancing, were among her greatest joys
She spent those early years proving, she was as tough as all the boys
And the woman that we came to know, was stronger than any mister
The only one I know as tough, would have to be our sister.
Shirley was Clawson High and Alma Scot, she would tell you that with pride
She was loyal to both places, up until the day she died
She liked ice cream with Sanders hot fudge, and lemon in her hot tea
And she liked tending to her garden, trips up north with family
And she always had fond memories of her one trip to “Paris”
She never had an unkind word, or swore or smoked or drank
I see puzzled looks at our family…hey, let’s not forget Frank…
So they had a bunch of kids you see, the final count was seven
Then raising this menagerie, one step closer to heaven
She used to sew names in our underwear, about that I’m not lyin’
When I would go to grab my pair, somehow mine still read “Bryan”
The holey socks and torn up jeans, and broken hearts she mended
From little league thru college, all the games that she attended
In her grandkids lives, she always, played a special part
Teaching them of sports, where she, won a purple heart
From Brady down to Ava, the girls and the boys
Playing on the organ, or with the tinker toys
Helping them pick raspberries, out in her backyard
Getting them to go to Grandma’s, was never very hard.
Her Golf League friends, she cared for them so much
Until the end, she tried to stay in touch
And when the weather, became a cold gray day
She’d get together, with some friends to see a play.
For those who are here today, that our mother never knew
I’m sure you would have loved her, and she would have loved you
There is a basic tenet, that always was our mothers
Try to live each day, by doing more for others
As our mother, she was unconditional, joyful, sacrifice
As Counselor, she gave so much more than, options and advice
She taught us by example, and she was always teaching
She’d always build you up, never scolding, never preaching
She helped us to believe that, we could all be so much more
By seeing something in us, that we’d never seen before.
She said if you dare to dream, sometimes you have to take a chance
And if you want to live life, you must get up and join the dance
She lived her life with grace, with integrity and class
When tears came to your face, she would say “this too shall pass”.
And when our father passed, and alone was our mother
Our family was blessed, when she and Bob found each other.
Then when her life on earth, had reached its December
She struggled with frustration, unable to remember
And as the album of her life, had reached the final track
God blessed us with the chance, to finally give a little back.
Those final days, once again, she got us all together
And thinking back to that week, I’m really not sure whether
When all was said and done, I don’t know if I knew
If you were still more there for us, than we were there for you
We talked about the good old days, and played remember when
Why do we never learn our beginnings, until we sense an end.
We gently brushed your hair, and held onto your hand
Said our prayers and tried in vain, to somehow understand
Played some songs to ease our pain, and said this was God’s plan
Dealt with the pain and sorrow, then came to the realization
We must look to tomorrow, and make this a celebration.
So I’ve heard some say she was perfect, and some called her a saint
But that is not a picture she would have wanted us to paint
No, she did not walk on water, or turn it into wine
But she held the title “Mother”, and I thank God she was mine.
And she touched many lives over the years, and she brightened our lives daily
Up in heaven now, I have no fears, you could say she’s our “George Bailey”
Grandma, Mom, aunt, trusted friend, a daughter, sister, teacher, and wife
Now that it has reached an END, yours was, SHIRLEY, A WONDERFUL LIFE!
Bob and I send our love to all. Dolores
Thank you, Mrs. Wilson.
Janet Harper Long
I carry only the biggest respect and appreciation for her and the warmth of her big smile and heart. Thoughts and blessings to her family.
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