Eulogy:
We come here to mourn, but also give thanks, to celebrate Aunt Millie and her live, both.My Aunt Mille never ceased to amaze me! I had the good fortune to live with her. I learned from her. I listened to her talk about her family and her life. That made her happy. Some things stand out in my mind especially. She loved to shop. A professional shopper she was! But going out to shop became too tough she found The Home Shopping Network on cable TV.
A daughter of immigrants from Sweden, she relished in her ancestry and even went to visit their homeland. Her favorite color was yellow like the brightest sunshine. During the war her mother would give Aunt Millie the extra rations so she could by nylons. Her love for Uncle Tom was true and she cherished the life they had together. She loved her pets and had many throughout her life, but, they were more than just pets, they were her children. One could never call without asking how is Flicka, Samantha, or Bobcat. Always the tallest one in the crowd. She walked with beauty and grace. So well dressed and put together. I enjoyed my Thanksgivings with Aunt Millie, Dorothy, Cookie and Ginny. As weak as her body became she was the bravest person I knew. And she never lost her dignity.
Here we are, all together in one room, uncomfortable, alone in a room full of people, a family and yet strangers. We come together to honor and say good-bye to our common thread ---------- Our sister, our aunt, and our friend ---------- the woman who meant so many things to all of us -----Aina Mildred Larson Dillon has left our world. She leaves a huge hole in our souls. She leaves a legacy of love, decency, solidarity and trust for us to savor. She dreamed our dreams with us. She cried our tears as if they were her own. When we married she opened her arms to our choice of mate and welcomed them to our family with sincerity. When our children came along she made room in her heart for them and loved them as if they were her own. Who amongst us has not looked to her for help in one way or another? Who amongst us has not sought out her wisdom in times of despair? We have all basked in the light of her unconditional love. We have drawn solace in the fact that she was always there for us, no matter how we had faltered. We knew that if we upset or disappointed her she would forgive us. We lost sight of the fact that she was mortal and would not be with us forever. Today we face that true and painful fact that she was of this world and has left it. How can we honor her memory? How can we keep her spirit alive? How can we remind the world the she was here and made an indelible mark on it? I will tell you how. We can pick up the telephone and make that call; the call that says Hi! I am thinking about you. I love you. We can overlook our loved ones flaws and focus on their good qualities. We can stop thinking of love as a contest and start thinking of it as a blessing. We can walk out this door today and make sure that the next time we see our brother or sister or cousin or friend or grandmother it is not at someone else funeral or their own. This is what she tried to teach us. This is the legacy she left behind. If you loved her as you profess then learn from her example. It is never too late. Although she suffered great physical pain for as long as any of us can remember, although she suffered irreversible heartache after the loss of Uncle Tom. She never became bitter or petty. She stood tall, never complained, just proceeded to participate in our lives and add joy and comfort to them. She always listened, always made us feel special. Which one of us did not feel as if were her favorite? The truth is we were all her favorite! She made it that way. We will miss you so much Aunt Millie! We celebrate the fact that you will suffer no more pain, witness no more sadness. We know that your spirit is now free to join the ones who have left this world before you. We know you are happy and at peace in their arms. With you goes all of our love. It simply says of a woman of grace: Many have done excellently, but you exceed them all.
We come here to mourn, but also give thanks, to celebrate Aunt Millie and her live, both.My Aunt Mille never ceased to amaze me! I had the good fortune to live with her. I learned from her. I listened to her talk about her family and her life. That made her happy. Some things stand out in my mind especially. She loved to shop. A professional shopper she was! But going out to shop became too tough she found The Home Shopping Network on cable TV.
A daughter of immigrants from Sweden, she relished in her ancestry and even went to visit their homeland. Her favorite color was yellow like the brightest sunshine. During the war her mother would give Aunt Millie the extra rations so she could by nylons. Her love for Uncle Tom was true and she cherished the life they had together. She loved her pets and had many throughout her life, but, they were more than just pets, they were her children. One could never call without asking how is Flicka, Samantha, or Bobcat. Always the tallest one in the crowd. She walked with beauty and grace. So well dressed and put together. I enjoyed my Thanksgivings with Aunt Millie, Dorothy, Cookie and Ginny. As weak as her body became she was the bravest person I knew. And she never lost her dignity.
Here we are, all together in one room, uncomfortable, alone in a room full of people, a family and yet strangers. We come together to honor and say good-bye to our common thread ---------- Our sister, our aunt, and our friend ---------- the woman who meant so many things to all of us -----Aina Mildred Larson Dillon has left our world. She leaves a huge hole in our souls. She leaves a legacy of love, decency, solidarity and trust for us to savor. She dreamed our dreams with us. She cried our tears as if they were her own. When we married she opened her arms to our choice of mate and welcomed them to our family with sincerity. When our children came along she made room in her heart for them and loved them as if they were her own. Who amongst us has not looked to her for help in one way or another? Who amongst us has not sought out her wisdom in times of despair? We have all basked in the light of her unconditional love. We have drawn solace in the fact that she was always there for us, no matter how we had faltered. We knew that if we upset or disappointed her she would forgive us. We lost sight of the fact that she was mortal and would not be with us forever. Today we face that true and painful fact that she was of this world and has left it. How can we honor her memory? How can we keep her spirit alive? How can we remind the world the she was here and made an indelible mark on it? I will tell you how. We can pick up the telephone and make that call; the call that says Hi! I am thinking about you. I love you. We can overlook our loved ones flaws and focus on their good qualities. We can stop thinking of love as a contest and start thinking of it as a blessing. We can walk out this door today and make sure that the next time we see our brother or sister or cousin or friend or grandmother it is not at someone else funeral or their own. This is what she tried to teach us. This is the legacy she left behind. If you loved her as you profess then learn from her example. It is never too late. Although she suffered great physical pain for as long as any of us can remember, although she suffered irreversible heartache after the loss of Uncle Tom. She never became bitter or petty. She stood tall, never complained, just proceeded to participate in our lives and add joy and comfort to them. She always listened, always made us feel special. Which one of us did not feel as if were her favorite? The truth is we were all her favorite! She made it that way. We will miss you so much Aunt Millie! We celebrate the fact that you will suffer no more pain, witness no more sadness. We know that your spirit is now free to join the ones who have left this world before you. We know you are happy and at peace in their arms. With you goes all of our love. It simply says of a woman of grace: Many have done excellently, but you exceed them all.
Eulogy:
We come here to mourn, but also give thanks, to celebrate Aunt Millie and her live, both.My Aunt Mille never ceased to amaze me! I had the good fortune to live with her. I learned from her. I listened to her talk about her family and her life. That made her happy. Some things stand out in my mind especially. She loved to shop. A professional shopper she was! But going out to shop became too tough she found The Home Shopping Network on cable TV.
A daughter of immigrants from Sweden, she relished in her ancestry and even went to visit their homeland. Her favorite color was yellow like the brightest sunshine. During the war her mother would give Aunt Millie the extra rations so she could by nylons. Her love for Uncle Tom was true and she cherished the life they had together. She loved her pets and had many throughout her life, but, they were more than just pets, they were her children. One could never call without asking how is Flicka, Samantha, or Bobcat. Always the tallest one in the crowd. She walked with beauty and grace. So well dressed and put together. I enjoyed my Thanksgivings with Aunt Millie, Dorothy, Cookie and Ginny. As weak as her body became she was the bravest person I knew. And she never lost her dignity.
Here we are, all together in one room, uncomfortable, alone in a room full of people, a family and yet strangers. We come together to honor and say good-bye to our common thread ---------- Our sister, our aunt, and our friend ---------- the woman who meant so many things to all of us -----Aina Mildred Larson Dillon has left our world. She leaves a huge hole in our souls. She leaves a legacy of love, decency, solidarity and trust for us to savor. She dreamed our dreams with us. She cried our tears as if they were her own. When we married she opened her arms to our choice of mate and welcomed them to our family with sincerity. When our children came along she made room in her heart for them and loved them as if they were her own. Who amongst us has not looked to her for help in one way or another? Who amongst us has not sought out her wisdom in times of despair? We have all basked in the light of her unconditional love. We have drawn solace in the fact that she was always there for us, no matter how we had faltered. We knew that if we upset or disappointed her she would forgive us. We lost sight of the fact that she was mortal and would not be with us forever. Today we face that true and painful fact that she was of this world and has left it. How can we honor her memory? How can we keep her spirit alive? How can we remind the world the she was here and made an indelible mark on it? I will tell you how. We can pick up the telephone and make that call; the call that says Hi! I am thinking about you. I love you. We can overlook our loved ones flaws and focus on their good qualities. We can stop thinking of love as a contest and start thinking of it as a blessing. We can walk out this door today and make sure that the next time we see our brother or sister or cousin or friend or grandmother it is not at someone else funeral or their own. This is what she tried to teach us. This is the legacy she left behind. If you loved her as you profess then learn from her example. It is never too late. Although she suffered great physical pain for as long as any of us can remember, although she suffered irreversible heartache after the loss of Uncle Tom. She never became bitter or petty. She stood tall, never complained, just proceeded to participate in our lives and add joy and comfort to them. She always listened, always made us feel special. Which one of us did not feel as if were her favorite? The truth is we were all her favorite! She made it that way. We will miss you so much Aunt Millie! We celebrate the fact that you will suffer no more pain, witness no more sadness. We know that your spirit is now free to join the ones who have left this world before you. We know you are happy and at peace in their arms. With you goes all of our love. It simply says of a woman of grace: Many have done excellently, but you exceed them all.
We come here to mourn, but also give thanks, to celebrate Aunt Millie and her live, both.My Aunt Mille never ceased to amaze me! I had the good fortune to live with her. I learned from her. I listened to her talk about her family and her life. That made her happy. Some things stand out in my mind especially. She loved to shop. A professional shopper she was! But going out to shop became too tough she found The Home Shopping Network on cable TV.
A daughter of immigrants from Sweden, she relished in her ancestry and even went to visit their homeland. Her favorite color was yellow like the brightest sunshine. During the war her mother would give Aunt Millie the extra rations so she could by nylons. Her love for Uncle Tom was true and she cherished the life they had together. She loved her pets and had many throughout her life, but, they were more than just pets, they were her children. One could never call without asking how is Flicka, Samantha, or Bobcat. Always the tallest one in the crowd. She walked with beauty and grace. So well dressed and put together. I enjoyed my Thanksgivings with Aunt Millie, Dorothy, Cookie and Ginny. As weak as her body became she was the bravest person I knew. And she never lost her dignity.
Here we are, all together in one room, uncomfortable, alone in a room full of people, a family and yet strangers. We come together to honor and say good-bye to our common thread ---------- Our sister, our aunt, and our friend ---------- the woman who meant so many things to all of us -----Aina Mildred Larson Dillon has left our world. She leaves a huge hole in our souls. She leaves a legacy of love, decency, solidarity and trust for us to savor. She dreamed our dreams with us. She cried our tears as if they were her own. When we married she opened her arms to our choice of mate and welcomed them to our family with sincerity. When our children came along she made room in her heart for them and loved them as if they were her own. Who amongst us has not looked to her for help in one way or another? Who amongst us has not sought out her wisdom in times of despair? We have all basked in the light of her unconditional love. We have drawn solace in the fact that she was always there for us, no matter how we had faltered. We knew that if we upset or disappointed her she would forgive us. We lost sight of the fact that she was mortal and would not be with us forever. Today we face that true and painful fact that she was of this world and has left it. How can we honor her memory? How can we keep her spirit alive? How can we remind the world the she was here and made an indelible mark on it? I will tell you how. We can pick up the telephone and make that call; the call that says Hi! I am thinking about you. I love you. We can overlook our loved ones flaws and focus on their good qualities. We can stop thinking of love as a contest and start thinking of it as a blessing. We can walk out this door today and make sure that the next time we see our brother or sister or cousin or friend or grandmother it is not at someone else funeral or their own. This is what she tried to teach us. This is the legacy she left behind. If you loved her as you profess then learn from her example. It is never too late. Although she suffered great physical pain for as long as any of us can remember, although she suffered irreversible heartache after the loss of Uncle Tom. She never became bitter or petty. She stood tall, never complained, just proceeded to participate in our lives and add joy and comfort to them. She always listened, always made us feel special. Which one of us did not feel as if were her favorite? The truth is we were all her favorite! She made it that way. We will miss you so much Aunt Millie! We celebrate the fact that you will suffer no more pain, witness no more sadness. We know that your spirit is now free to join the ones who have left this world before you. We know you are happy and at peace in their arms. With you goes all of our love. It simply says of a woman of grace: Many have done excellently, but you exceed them all.
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