ForeverMissed

Dear Family & Friends,

It is with great sadness that we share the news of Mom’s passing.  Ninety-eight years young, Isabelle "Trudy" Greig celebrated every day with spirit and gusto – living life on her terms until the end.

 In August, she developed a leg infection and after a brief stay in the hospital, it responded to treatment, but was stubborn enough to slow her down.  A few weeks later Trudy decided it was time and entered hospice; she passed away on September 6th.

Her final days were peaceful, surrounded by family, prayer, music and memories.  With lots of laughter and plentiful tears, we shared many moments of her ninety-eight years.  It was an honor and privilege for us to be with her through the final weeks.

Trudy was so very grateful for the wonderful family and friends that were a part of her life.  The advantage of living 98 years is that it grants you time for so many friends and so many great adventures along the way. 

It was her wish to have her funeral and burial at Arlington National Cemetery with her beloved husband Dean.  We all hope you will be able to join us to celebrate the life of Isabelle “Trudy" Greig!

 
With love and wonderful memories, 

Debbie, Denny, Trudy & Dean

Posted by Betty Jo Roy on April 20, 2016
Dear Trudles the Basketball Bowler,
I miss your smiles and your warmth. You touched many with your light. Rest easy my dear friend!
Posted by Cheryl Morgan on April 20, 2016
I had the privilege of knowing Mrs. Greig or Trudy-Mom as I came to call her for over fifty years. Her stories, wisdom and kindness will live in my heart always. Love you.

Cheryl

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Recent Tributes
Posted by Betty Jo Roy on April 20, 2016
Dear Trudles the Basketball Bowler,
I miss your smiles and your warmth. You touched many with your light. Rest easy my dear friend!
Posted by Cheryl Morgan on April 20, 2016
I had the privilege of knowing Mrs. Greig or Trudy-Mom as I came to call her for over fifty years. Her stories, wisdom and kindness will live in my heart always. Love you.

Cheryl
Recent stories
Shared by Sandra Martin-Dalgarno on May 29, 2016

I remember Uncle Dean rubbing Aunt Isabelle's feet at the end of the day and calling her"baby girl". We would all be gathered around the table at a feast prepared by Aunt Isabelle and Uncle Dean would have Debbie on one side and Denny on the other feeding them dinner. I always thought he was such a handsome man who was the best husband and dad. Aunt Isabelle was a fabulous cook. Her freezers were always briming with food, much like mine! Her empanadas were so delish. We went to Panama and Jamaica with the Greigs with so many stories to tell. There was always lots of laughter and loud talking! I can still see them both dancing under the stars at the Tower Isle to the song Beyond the Reef, they were clearly in love and loved life especially their family!

Sandra Tarutis Martin Dalgarno

Remembering Daddy

Shared by Trudy Greig on May 7, 2016

        When my father passed away, a dear friend Kay lent her a book which had many eulogies and elegies, Remembrances and Celebrations edited by Jill Werman Harris.  This was her favorite one which reminded her of her husband whom she shared 51 wonderful years.  See thomas-greig@forevermissed.

 

Funeral Blues

W. H Auden

 

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves.

 

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought love could last for ever; I was wrong.

 

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Lithuanian Gardening Song

Shared by Trudy Greig on May 7, 2016

I am not sure of this translation but we think that it is a gardening song that Mom often sang.  She is accompanied here by Debbie & Denny.