Written by her daughter Karen
She loved the Lord, children, angels, humming birds, music boxes, rainbows (God's promise never to flood the earth again), owls, turtles, elephants, ducks, butterflies, Pat Boone/Debbie Boone music, (You Light Up My Life), inspirational books, thunderbirds and turquois (all things Native as per her heritage).
Life wasn't easy for her. She had asthma, hay fever and fibromyalgia seems to me forever, along with complications from the prescription drugs she was on for those conditions and the ones that she was on, to counteract the side effects of those drugs. She was told she would be blind, in eighth grade (they were wrong, thank you God). She didn't feel good most of my life, yet, she did what she had to, anyway. As a member of the priesthood, my mom nor my dad ever said no to anyone in need of administering to, regardless of circumstances. They visited the sick and the depressed as part of their ministry.
She instilled in us, a deep faith in God and Jesus. She was the rock in our family that kept us going to church, even though dad wasn't so into it until later years.
I don't believe that she ever got over my brother passing at 10 weeks old from his first DPT shot. She would still tear up when speaking of him. She tried so hard to be optimistic about life's troubles. She(and dad) wanted very much to be hopeful, helping other's to have faith and rely on God. She was always searching for answers for health issues, and she sought truth. She believed in the power of touch for healing.
She was 84 years old, had been to the ER at least eight times since March and hospitalized at least three of those times. (I'm thinking it was nine times, and four times respectively, but making sure that I'm not exaggerating). All three times hospitalized, she was then in rehab each time, as she insisted on living alone and needed to be strong enough to take care of herself. She never got a flu shot as she was allergic to the eggs those shots are cultured in, and she also never got the Rona. She was so very strong in some aspects, bones and heart, but on the other hand, so sickly, getting diabetes, diverticulitis, and a host of other things wrong with her.
It isn't known yet, exactly what it was that actually took her, but I believe it was a combination of things. She is at peace now, and knows all things. The world is a better place for her having lived. She birthed us five kids, made sure we were brought up in the faith, and did the best she knew how, to raise us, help other people less fortunate, and just get through life.
She loved the Lord, children, angels, humming birds, music boxes, rainbows (God's promise never to flood the earth again), owls, turtles, elephants, ducks, butterflies, Pat Boone/Debbie Boone music, (You Light Up My Life), inspirational books, thunderbirds and turquois (all things Native as per her heritage).
Life wasn't easy for her. She had asthma, hay fever and fibromyalgia seems to me forever, along with complications from the prescription drugs she was on for those conditions and the ones that she was on, to counteract the side effects of those drugs. She was told she would be blind, in eighth grade (they were wrong, thank you God). She didn't feel good most of my life, yet, she did what she had to, anyway. As a member of the priesthood, my mom nor my dad ever said no to anyone in need of administering to, regardless of circumstances. They visited the sick and the depressed as part of their ministry.
She instilled in us, a deep faith in God and Jesus. She was the rock in our family that kept us going to church, even though dad wasn't so into it until later years.
I don't believe that she ever got over my brother passing at 10 weeks old from his first DPT shot. She would still tear up when speaking of him. She tried so hard to be optimistic about life's troubles. She(and dad) wanted very much to be hopeful, helping other's to have faith and rely on God. She was always searching for answers for health issues, and she sought truth. She believed in the power of touch for healing.
She was 84 years old, had been to the ER at least eight times since March and hospitalized at least three of those times. (I'm thinking it was nine times, and four times respectively, but making sure that I'm not exaggerating). All three times hospitalized, she was then in rehab each time, as she insisted on living alone and needed to be strong enough to take care of herself. She never got a flu shot as she was allergic to the eggs those shots are cultured in, and she also never got the Rona. She was so very strong in some aspects, bones and heart, but on the other hand, so sickly, getting diabetes, diverticulitis, and a host of other things wrong with her.
It isn't known yet, exactly what it was that actually took her, but I believe it was a combination of things. She is at peace now, and knows all things. The world is a better place for her having lived. She birthed us five kids, made sure we were brought up in the faith, and did the best she knew how, to raise us, help other people less fortunate, and just get through life.
Written by her daughter Karen
She loved the Lord, children, angels, humming birds, music boxes, rainbows (God's promise never to flood the earth again), owls, turtles, elephants, ducks, butterflies, Pat Boone/Debbie Boone music, (You Light Up My Life), inspirational books, thunderbirds and turquois (all things Native as per her heritage).
Life wasn't easy for her. She had asthma, hay fever and fibromyalgia seems to me forever, along with complications from the prescription drugs she was on for those conditions and the ones that she was on, to counteract the side effects of those drugs. She was told she would be blind, in eighth grade (they were wrong, thank you God). She didn't feel good most of my life, yet, she did what she had to, anyway. As a member of the priesthood, my mom nor my dad ever said no to anyone in need of administering to, regardless of circumstances. They visited the sick and the depressed as part of their ministry.
She instilled in us, a deep faith in God and Jesus. She was the rock in our family that kept us going to church, even though dad wasn't so into it until later years.
I don't believe that she ever got over my brother passing at 10 weeks old from his first DPT shot. She would still tear up when speaking of him. She tried so hard to be optimistic about life's troubles. She(and dad) wanted very much to be hopeful, helping other's to have faith and rely on God. She was always searching for answers for health issues, and she sought truth. She believed in the power of touch for healing.
She was 84 years old, had been to the ER at least eight times since March and hospitalized at least three of those times. (I'm thinking it was nine times, and four times respectively, but making sure that I'm not exaggerating). All three times hospitalized, she was then in rehab each time, as she insisted on living alone and needed to be strong enough to take care of herself. She never got a flu shot as she was allergic to the eggs those shots are cultured in, and she also never got the Rona. She was so very strong in some aspects, bones and heart, but on the other hand, so sickly, getting diabetes, diverticulitis, and a host of other things wrong with her.
It isn't known yet, exactly what it was that actually took her, but I believe it was a combination of things. She is at peace now, and knows all things. The world is a better place for her having lived. She birthed us five kids, made sure we were brought up in the faith, and did the best she knew how, to raise us, help other people less fortunate, and just get through life.
She loved the Lord, children, angels, humming birds, music boxes, rainbows (God's promise never to flood the earth again), owls, turtles, elephants, ducks, butterflies, Pat Boone/Debbie Boone music, (You Light Up My Life), inspirational books, thunderbirds and turquois (all things Native as per her heritage).
Life wasn't easy for her. She had asthma, hay fever and fibromyalgia seems to me forever, along with complications from the prescription drugs she was on for those conditions and the ones that she was on, to counteract the side effects of those drugs. She was told she would be blind, in eighth grade (they were wrong, thank you God). She didn't feel good most of my life, yet, she did what she had to, anyway. As a member of the priesthood, my mom nor my dad ever said no to anyone in need of administering to, regardless of circumstances. They visited the sick and the depressed as part of their ministry.
She instilled in us, a deep faith in God and Jesus. She was the rock in our family that kept us going to church, even though dad wasn't so into it until later years.
I don't believe that she ever got over my brother passing at 10 weeks old from his first DPT shot. She would still tear up when speaking of him. She tried so hard to be optimistic about life's troubles. She(and dad) wanted very much to be hopeful, helping other's to have faith and rely on God. She was always searching for answers for health issues, and she sought truth. She believed in the power of touch for healing.
She was 84 years old, had been to the ER at least eight times since March and hospitalized at least three of those times. (I'm thinking it was nine times, and four times respectively, but making sure that I'm not exaggerating). All three times hospitalized, she was then in rehab each time, as she insisted on living alone and needed to be strong enough to take care of herself. She never got a flu shot as she was allergic to the eggs those shots are cultured in, and she also never got the Rona. She was so very strong in some aspects, bones and heart, but on the other hand, so sickly, getting diabetes, diverticulitis, and a host of other things wrong with her.
It isn't known yet, exactly what it was that actually took her, but I believe it was a combination of things. She is at peace now, and knows all things. The world is a better place for her having lived. She birthed us five kids, made sure we were brought up in the faith, and did the best she knew how, to raise us, help other people less fortunate, and just get through life.
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