- 88 years old
- Date of birth: Jun 21, 1922
- Place of birth:
Miles City, Montana, United States
- Date of passing: Apr 11, 2011
- Place of passing:
New Glarus, Wisconsin, United States
|Let the memory of Elizabeth June be with us forever|
Why didn't I keep your recipes, write down your stories, record your history? May God always bless and cherish you and our family."
"Always quite enjoy the times when your daughter, Mary Lou, and I get to be with the wonderful family you and your beloved Ray brought into this world. Especially your beautiful great grandchildren. Thanks for watching over us."
We need to talk. There are so many things I need to ask you. Missing you and loving you more than ever."
"Missing you more everyday, Mom ❤️"
"You might have laughed Mom. I've become the bird lady, buying at least five kinds of feed for the birds that come to our yard. I've got the time to just sit and listen to them for a little bit each day. Birds adorn both my shower curtains. Maybe I have just a little bit of a likeness to you. I am thankful for that resemblance."
"93 years ago, Elizabeth was born. The attack on Pearl Harbor took place when she was 19 years old. Before war's end Elizabeth had completed her nursing studies and was commissioned in our armed forces. She soon met and married another young officer, Raymond Lackey, and together they raised three children. Eventually this writer met and married their youngest daughter, Mary Lou. I never met Ray as he passed away a few years before Mary Lou and I had met. Elizabeth had moved to Wisconsin, and I travelled there to meet her twice before she passed away. Yet, through having met, their children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, the family created by their marriage and raised in their love reflects the strength of their enduring values. Elizabeth and Raymond, through their family, have blessed my life. As my own sainted Father often would say, "They're good people!"."
"Happy birthday to my mom. Big celebrations and partiesweren't typical in our home, but birthdays were still recognised. God bless you on this day. Sending love and hogs your way."
"All the time lately I want to remember something, what was that recipe, what was that vitamin we took, what street did grandma live on, just stuff, lots of stuff. And sometimes the questions are for Mom and sometimes they are for Dad. And I can't ask the questions. And, Mom, I miss you and Dad."
"Miss you more and more with each passing year, Mom."
"Happy birthday, Mom. Your children are thinking of you today with love and respect and admiration."
"April: The annivrsary of Mom's passing and Dad's birthday month. We had parents with high expectations. We had quirky parents. Growing up I fought their limitations on me tooth and nail, but I knew I was loved. I thank God every day for being born into this family, a family that honored education, loved to read, understood hard work, good habits, punctuality, keeping commtiments, took time to explain things, allowed for dreaming, and got silly and laughed. I love you, Mom and Dad, and my family."
"Alzheimers: As a new volunteer driver for Meals On the Go, I was attending an orientation meeting yesterday. I had been wanting something like that for Mom so badly even when she was still living here in SD. Now I know it wouldn't have worked. Meals would have been delivered. The next delivery, those meals would have been found untouched in the frig. Alzheimers, Mom, I wish I had understood. Love"
I have been thinking about you today. If you could see where I am sitting in my house. Our cat is on the window sill and looking out the window. A bird feeder is 6 inches away and the birds sit and eat in front of him. You would chuckle at the sight of the birds, the cat, the bird quilt and the bird pillows. Your influence, Mom. Love"
"I get flashes of good memories, like how the house always smelled like Pledge on Fridays when I came home from school; going to church every Sunday; Mom's apple pie, being allowed to put brown sugar on our toast, pot roast; going to the grocery store with Mom on Friday nights; M&M's in a small three-serving dish on Friday night; Mom at the sewing machine or darning Dad's socks."
"June 21, 2012. Happy birthday, Mom. I posted a photo of your gravestone. I love the way you and Dad are named on the stone along with your rank in the army. That is where you met and fell in love. That was the start of our immediate family. Those were the times that formed a part of who you were. The war, the music, the patriotism of the times in our country, your family and friends,"
"Mom passed on April 11, 2011. I was waiting until yesterday to write a tribute. Yesterday came and I forgot. Is that a tribute to a loved one with Alzheimers? Each day this past year I have thought of you, Mom. I have so many questions. If I am seeking council, advice, or just want my curiosity filled I look for you in my mind. Wish we could talk just one more time. A big hug and prayers"
"Missing Mom more each day. I realize now that I could have been a much better caregiver in her last year of life. Wish I had learned more from her about cooking. Wish I could ask her questions about our family history. Wish I could hug her one more time. I think about Mom every day!"
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