Visitation: Visit with the family at the home of Mary Jo Larson, her "middlest" daughter, in Bloomfield Hills, on Thursday, January 2, 2014, any time between 6 and 9 pm. Parking will be by valet, so please drive right up to the house. Call 'Rene's niece, Marge Sorge, at 734-578-6507, if you need the address or directions. Flowers may also be sent here.
Memorial: A memorial service will be held at Birmingham Unitarian Church, 38651 Woodward (behind the northwest corner of Woodward and Lone Pine), Bloomfield Hills, MI, at 11 am Friday, January 3, 2014.
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Irene Larson, 90, born on February 20, 1923 and passed away on December 29, 2013. Anna Irene Larson, or simply ‘Rene, brought much happiness into the world in which she lived and remains an example of how one should embrace life and unabashedly live it to its fullest. She profoundly touched everyone who had the privilege of knowing her with her innate kindness, acute acceptance and infallible strength. She lived her life by believing in the doctrine that human beings are intrinsically good and welcomed people into her home with open arms. The world will miss her dearly.
We would love to hear from you, so please feel free to leave a tribute, story, or picture on this website.
If you would like to make a donation in her name, the family suggests Hospice of Michigan or the Land Conservancy of West Michigan.
Hospice of Michigan:
Without hospice 'Rene's last year of life at home would not have been possible. If you ever need to care for someone at home, we urge you to check it out. It's not just for those nearing their last breath. Hospice of Michigan provided unbelievable support from the moment 'Rene was diagnosed with cancer.
https://www.hom.org/donate-volunteer/donate-to-hom/donate-online/
Land Conservancy of West Michigan:
Irene loved her property on Lake Michigan near Pentwater. She wanted to preserve the beauty of the woods, dunes, and beach as much as possible. She and her husband Joe put "Fridem" (the lake property) in a conservancy easement, which protected the property from development. Irene felt very strongly about cherishing and keeping as much of the natural beauty of Michigan as possible. The Land Conservancy assists landowners with administering a conservancy easement, as well as accepting outright land donations; they also purchase natural areas to preserve.
https://donatenow.networkforgood.org/1438924
Tributes
Leave a tributeSo much pain has already been felt in my heart for my beloved beautiful Auntie Rene since her passing. I do believe that her soul is eternal and watching all over us. But what is painful is that we will always miss her presence, her voice, her laughs. The first year we got to know Auntie, she invited us for her signature Christmas Eve party. Every year afterwards, she called and made sure that we come to her party at 8:00 pm. She also made sure that the invitation is for life, and that even if she forgets to invite us the year after, we are still invited. Wow. Thank you Auntie. It was one of the most beautiful days of the year for me. I used to look forward to it. It was the reason why we fell in love with the beautiful Farmington Hills. When we arrive in the bitter cold day, we knock on the main door. Here she is Auntie with her beautiful red cloths greeting us with full long hugs, greeting us warmly, uncle Joe besides her, giving us the same dose of love, welcomness. He immediately asks us what to drink. I remember the punch, the great Swedish authentic food, the samba bread, all other dishes that I know when I see and tastes them but never got their names right quite yet. Then we eat and eat and eat, drink and drink and drink, then we sing and sing and sing, open presents, then dread to go home. I remember even when it wasn’t Christmas Eve, whenever she invited us, she made sure her best china was used. Whenever Auntie came to our house, she had beautiful flowers in her hands. I think not only she couldn’t be somewhere without flowers, the thing was that flowers couldn’t seem to ever leave her. Flowers can’t disassociate from their own kind I guess. The few times I saw Auntie angry and upset, it was also about something or someone she loved or felt passionately about. Either the environment or someone she dearly loved. I do regret not spending more time with her. She always made me feel good about myself. She often cried with me or even before me whenever I talked about the suffering of my family back home. Her heart didn’t have boundaries or limitations. It was a heart encompassing all. In the recent years, I became more spiritual. And when I attended her funeral church service in her memory, I was reading between the lines of what was read about her by her family. Auntie Rene indeed was representing what spirituality is all about; Oneness and Unconditional Love. She lived her life just like that embracing oneness and loving unconditionally. A well-lived life Auntie. Here is what I remember when I think of Auntie:
Her Joe
Her beautiful daughters; Karen, Mary Joe, and Linda
Coffee, yes coffeeeeeee
Lace and tenderly-knitted clothing
Delicious chocolate
Beautiful Flowers
Baqlava
Thanksgiving at the lake
Lake Michigan
Light houses
Swedish food
Great company
Beauty
Big smiles
Hard laughs
Tender compliments
Delicious food
Love for all animals
Helping people
Farmington Hills
Beautiful, one of a kind family
Nice China
Ready, beautiful dining table
The best Christmas Eves
Miss you greatly Auntie,
Much Love,
Buthayna Taha
The first was when I was 12 and my mom took Ric, Dave, and me to drop my brothers off for their first Larson's cottage Youth Group trip. I was jealous that they got to go but I could not because I was 1 year too young. Linda and Beckie were going and they were both my age but Linda was the daughter of the hosts and Beckie was the daughter of the pastor. As mom and I prepared to leave, Rene said to my mom "Just let her go. She's the same age as Linda and Beckie." My mom replied, "Yes but she has no clothes." Rene responded, "It's OK, Linda has plenty." So, off I went!
Then there was the year Linda and I were left at the horse riding stable up north and had to walk home. Linda said, "If I can get to the beach, I can get us home," which she did. We walked into the cottage and Rene was making supper. We told her what had happened and she said "Oh, I didn't realize you were missing," and continued to prepare the evening meal.
Then there was the time Linda, MJ, and I did the March of Dimes Walkathon, a 20-mile walk. It was chilly and raining. At one point, MJ and I stopped at a laundromat to dry our clothes. Linda was such a trooper! She didn't make the whole 20 miles but I remember a tear in Rene's eye when she said, "Linda walked 10 miles. That's a miracle!" (related, of course, to Linda being born with spina bifida and that just her being able to walk was a miracle).
There were many days and overnights I spent at the Larson home. I remember when Linda got to be St. Lucia and we slept all night with candles burning in the room only to wake up to soot markings under our noses in the morning. I really felt special to be able to share such a sacred family tradition with them and my good friend!
I remember riding the bus home with Linda and walking into the house. There was this odd woman in the kitchen who sort of scooted by us in the hallway without making eye contact. I asked Linda, "Who is that??" She just matter of factly said, "Oh, that's just Lydia," and kept on walking. I just shrugged my shoulders and thought, "OK??"
The Youth Group "meetings" at there home and at the lake were always so special and fun! "Mrs. Mom" (Rene) and "Mr. Joe Dad" (Joe) were so different from the usual parents. They gave us the freedom to be teenagers in a safe environment without being "helicopter parents'" and we always felt so free to be ourselves (listening to Carole King, James Taylor, and Chicago as loud as we wanted). I remember finding Rene and Joe cuddling and kissing on the couch in the front room and thinking, "Gosh, I hope I have a relationship like that when I get older!"
Then there's the lake. Picture this, for all of you that never experienced it...
School's out for summer. We get picked up in vans and station wagons. We drive to the cottages on Lake Michigan near Pentwater. As soon as we get on the long 2-track drive to the property, almost all the kids are sitting on the doors of the vehicles and hanging out the windows, hopping up on the hoods of vehicles, etc. for the ride in. Once we arrive, everyone runs to the shore and into the water with their clothes on! What a great end-of-the-school-year ritual!! THAT, was soooo Larsons!
I love them all so much! You have no idea how much they all enriched my life!!
My heart felt condolences on Irene's passing. Joe, Irene and I go back over 60 years and my memories of Irene are of the most kind and most generous person. We had so much fun together in Farmington, Ludington, and in Pentwater. I saw you kids grow from the very beginning and you have all made so much of your lives.
I am happy that I was able to speak to your mother via phone a few weeks ago and I must say her voice was strong and vibrant. Besides all of the above, Irene cherished the fact that she was a strong, liberal Democrat with views on religion which were open and all embracing.
With much love to all of you,
Gil (The Shirt-tail Uncle)
(from an email sent to Karen and the Larson family)
My beautiful grandmother died as she lived
Undoubtedly original and on her own terms
Everyday she had a little more love to give
And everyday gave me a new lesson to learn
It is in part from the wisdom of ‘Rene I am
Forever questioning yet forever accepting
Her open arms held me until I could stand
And prepared me for what life can bring
The wisdom of her ways is reflected in all of us
As we embrace each other in familiar communion
Her knowledge is forever flowing continuous
A river flowing with love to ever-higher dominions
Her body may be gone but she resides in us all
As our souls flow together into oceans and lakes
And back again into rivers that will finally fall
Into each other again as souls ready to create
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Please be patient.
'Rene's final days
'Rene made it clear after her January/February 2013 stint in the hospital and rehab that she wanted to never set foot again in any health care institution. She knew her bladder cancer would eventually take her life, but she wished to do it at home. With the wonderful support of hospice from February on, and the nearly heroic efforts of the family - particularly my Dad, Karen, and Seth, she got her wish.
Seth could secure her cooperation when no one else could, whether to take a pill or eat or move. "I want Seth" she would say. The hospice nurse later said she had only once before seen a grandson care for a grandparent like Seth did 'Rene.
As 'Rene became bed ridden and her condition became critical, Linda gave up her life in Georgia to come help. She arrived a few weeks before Christmas. Jordan arrived from his college in British Columbia on December 21, and Bill arrived that same weekend. So we were all here - Dad, Karen, Linda, Bill, Seth, Ian, Liz, Jordan, Jim and me. We all took turns sitting with her. She was quite conscious right up to the night she died, so we talked with her, read poems, Shakespeare, and the Bible to her, and played all kinds of music.
Jim gave her a private concert one night, while Liz and I sang along. Although she could barely talk, she would smile and say "That's beautiful." The second to last afternoon I played Bach's B Minor Mass, St. Matthew's Passion, and the Brandenburgs. Bach was the music of the spheres to her. I would say "Oh, I love this movement!" And she would croak out "I do too." We listened to the "Kriste" duet from the B Minor Mass that we had sung together long ago at the University Hills Church when I was in High School. You could see it still seemed worth living to be able to hear music like that.
We celebrated our traditional Christmas Eve dinner without her. Under the circumstances, we cut down the variety of traditional Swedish dishes and limited it to just the family rather than the usual party. But we sang the traditional carols in their room by her bed. When we sang "Joy to the World," her favorite hymn, she broke into a smile. Singing in harmony the final Christmas tune, a gentle "Silent Night," by her bed, brought tears to our eyes, knowing as the last notes faded away that this would be the last Christmas carol with our mom.
On the 27th while I was with her, she mumbled "My mother is coming." Surprised, I asked her to repeat it. But instead she said "Your mother is leaving." She pointed and reached her hands into the air, and Linda and I both asked her what she saw, but she wouldn't say anything.
On the 28th, we all had a chance to see her and tell her we love her. When I was taking my turn alone with her,she held my hand and just stared at with me with all the love she could gather from her soul. She wanted to make sure I knew. I went down to dinner with the rest of the family, who were all gathered together. When we went back up to see her after dinner, she was unconscious.
Her breathing had been labored, so it woke Joe when it stopped at about 3:30 am on the 29th. He woke Karen, who awakened her boys and me, and I woke everyone else. We were all together within an hour at the house. We cried, and sang, and talked by her bedside. We may have lost her, but her love filled the room that night.
Mary Jo Family Eulogy from the Memorial Service
I could say so many things about my mom – how fun she was, how smart, how her clear but gentle discipline made us some of the best-behaved kids around, how her love for music pervaded our lives. But the most amazing thing about her was the love and acceptance everyone felt in her presence.
She somehow managed to create a force field of love all around her. Where did it come from? I believe it flowed from a radical self-acceptance, which allowed her to accept everyone else, however they came to her. She was living proof that to fully love others, you have to first fully accept and love yourself, with all your faults, foibles, and mistakes.
Where did that radical self-acceptance come from?
I believe it was built first from her in-born indomitable energy and spirit, supported by the love of her parents and extended family. Second, -- her belief in a loving God, with unlimited grace. She was a true Universalist, believing God brought within his embrace all people, whether they "believed in him" or not. Third, she thrived in the constant love, admiration, and affection of a good man, my Dad. He never tried to shape her to his own idea of what she should be. Even though she was a little crazy and resisted all attempts to get her to conform, he always loved her just as she was. Finally, her radical self-acceptance came from the choices she herself made as her life unfolded.
To many, our family often seemed almost too perfect. But anyone who is close to us knows we had our challenges. Don't we all? One year was particularly bad - when Linda was born with spina bifida, with dire predictions as to her possible future, and 'Rene's mother died - just when she needed her most. My mom, with unrealistic expectations of my dad, spun apart from him, and sank into depression. Divorce looked like a realistic option. What did she do? She realized it was up to her to choose her future, and she chose life. She decided to stop putting expectations on my dad that he could not then fulfill, to love him as he was, to accept herself as she was, and to keep the family together. It was in the moment of greatest failure and weakness that she chose love.
All of you here probably felt the force of that total love and acceptance at some point. It was not polly-anish. She took everyone "as is" and usually had a clear idea of what that meant. She understood that our vulnerabilities and mistakes are often what make us most lovable to others.
Just as she gave everyone else space to be themselves, she resisted any attempt by society or her family to box her in. She purposely became a chemist because that was something girls didn't do. A grammar-nut and a stickler for manners, she would say to us "I ain't no lady!" - just to make it clear that she refused to stay in that straightjacket. Once when I was shopping with her, she bought herself a dress, and I whined that it was only fair that I get one too, she quickly pushed aside that attempt at guilt-tripping: "When you're grown up you can buy yourself whatever you want." When we became feminists in our teens and criticized her for her choice to leave her professional career as a chemist to stay at home with us, her children (who clearly benefited from that choice), she said she was happy with her choice – although she did identify as a feminist. Once she took me out to a nice restaurant in Ann Arbor for a delicious lunch, where I attacked her for her bourgeois ways - which I learned about through my parent-paid U-M education. It didn't ruffle her – "May I please have the salt?" She knew who she was. The only thing she ever lied about to us was her age - another box she refused to occupy.
It made total sense to me when she said she wanted to be cremated and have her ashes spread at the beach at our Lake Michigan home. No way she could accept being put in a box for eternity. She wants to be with the earth, the wind, the waves, which is where she belongs.
The Memorial Service
Many people have asked us about the Memorial Service - both those who were there and those who could not make it. We are posting bits of it on this website, including the videos, songs, and Bible passages. This is the order of service:
Memorial Service for Irene Larson
2/20/1923 – 12/29/2013
Birmingham Unitarian Church
1/3/2014
Officiating: Dr. Reverend Kathy Hurt
Dr. Reverend Mary Lloyd
Welcome
Candle lighting
Hymn: Love Lifted Me
Scripture Isaiah 41
Soon I Will Be Done Spiritual, arr. by Wm Dawson, Cantata Academy Chorale, Assistant conductor: Margaret Reese
Obituary
Family Eulogy (Seth Clarinet; Ian on guitar singing a song he wrote; Karen, Mary Jo, and Linda, each a spoken eulogy; Back Door Open song sung by all children and grandchildren - Karen, Mary Jo, Linda, Seth, Ian, Liz, and Jordan, accompanied by Jim Bizer; Summertime lullably sung by Jan Krist, accompanied by Jim Bizer)
Hymn: Amazing Grace
Offertory John Nesbeck, Cantata Academy Chorale
Pastor's Message: Zephaniah 3:17
Hymn: He Lives
Scriptures of Comfort
End of the Road Jim Bizer, performed by Jim Bizer and Jan Krist
Bye Jim Bizer, video by Ian Payson
Hymn: Joy to the world
Postlude
The family invites you to lunch at 'Rene's favorite: Buddy's Pizza. Turn right out of the parking lot onto Lone Pine, about 2 miles to Lahser, turn left, 4 miles to 13 Mile Rd, turn right, 3.5 Miles to Northwestern, turn right, then on your right just after Middlebelt.
The family also invites everyone to visit www.forevermissed.com , search for Irene Larson, and contribute stories and pictures about how Irene touched your life.