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Leave a tributefaith was solid in The Lord and her Hope was in Jesus Christ. What
a wonderful example of a real Christian. I'm so thankful that I got
to know her. I am better for it. Sandra Harms
figurines, that she had given me, ( it was of 2 friends having tea). Oh, how I miss her. She had such a pleasant personality, always cheerful. We had so many wonderful times together. I am a better person, because of Sheryll's example and encouragement. Love you Sheryll
You all have my sincere sympathies,
Becky (Trenary) Baas
With sincere sympathies to you all, Shirley and Doyle Trenary
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faith was solid in The Lord and her Hope was in Jesus Christ. What
a wonderful example of a real Christian. I'm so thankful that I got
to know her. I am better for it. Sandra Harms
figurines, that she had given me, ( it was of 2 friends having tea). Oh, how I miss her. She had such a pleasant personality, always cheerful. We had so many wonderful times together. I am a better person, because of Sheryll's example and encouragement. Love you Sheryll
My Friend
I wrote this poem for Mom on Mother's Day in 1998 and I think it says how I feel very well...
My Friend
When I was little... really small.
You were there to take care of it all.
My tummy hurt, I skinned my knee.
I always knew what a comfort you'd be.
I got into trouble but you understood.
You knew that I did the best I could.
I’d get hurt, my heart got broken.
I knew you loved me without being spoken.
I got older and up I grew.
Amd now I have a child, too.
I hope that I can teach him what you taught me.
Just be the best that you can be.
You do so much for me, I love you a lot!
I’m so glad I’ve got the Mom I’ve got!
Today is Your day and I want it said.
I’m glad you’re my mother but more importantly MY FRIEND!!!
I love you, Mom!!!
Long May You Run
So, this is a brief story about Sheryll based on a conversation she and I had the first time we met (about 18 years ago) and is perhaps a side of Sheryll not many people experienced. I had only recently begun dating Jacki, and she was introducing me to her mother over pie (of course) at a Perkins or some other such restaurant (can’t remember for sure; not important). Jacki had left us alone at the table briefly, during which time Sheryll confided in me that what she really wanted to do was get a motorcycle and just travel/wander around the country (I’m not making this up…she really said this!). Having a little wanderlust myself, I was extremely intrigued by this and couldn’t help but smile as I looked at this middle-aged woman sitting across from me eating pie and imagined her cruising down the road in a big ol’ Harley with the wind in her hair. Of course, as is often the case, the weights of life overrode whimsical desire and she never did hit the road. So, as strange as it may seem, when I imagine her now, I imagine her on the back of a Harley cruising down some remote scenic road with her hair blowing in the wind, completely at peace smiling a huge grin of contentment. It’s a weird vision of the afterlife, I know. But, for some reason, this is what comes to my mind when I think of the hereafter for Sheryll. And I think of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYna-UAt75c.* Long may you run, Sheryll.
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Snow and cold feet
I can't help but believe that Mom had something to do with winter holding off to hit Duluth until now.:-) I had been worried about how I was going to get down to see her as often as I would like once the snow set in for the season...It didn't really begin until yesterday, the day after her memorial.
Now, we're snowed in -- school is even cancelled for tomorrow, which rarely happens in Duluth -- and it makes me think of Mom. She always loved "snow days," when everything shut down and we were all safe at home. We would spend time together, playing board games, watching home movies, etc.
I will also think of Mom every time my feet get cold.:-) I can still hear the way she would exclaim, "Your feet are like ICE!" as she would move to sit on my feet. (I understand from my siblings that she used to make them sit on her feet...I guess I got the best part of that deal.:-)