May 2011

May 14, 2011 | 0 comments

I wish I could say I had faith like Hadassah (main character from A Voice in the Wind).  But I have been told (by family members in-the-know) that I sometimes go into “frantic Frani” mode.  Yesterday was one of those days.

One of my primary mentors passed away at 95, and her sons wanted me to speak at her memorial service.  Three minutes, max, (all three sons, and a grandson were speaking first, and another close friend after and they didn’t want to go too long.) They wanted me to open (after the opening prayer) with scripture readings before anyone spoke.  I knew what I wanted to say, and what she had asked me to say, and which scriptures she would like read.  Still, I had sleepless nights.  Every time I started reading, I started crying.   Rick said, “Take a deep breath if you start feeling the tears coming…”  (And carry a fistful of Kleenex.)

Our friend let us know where his mom’s memorial service would be held.  I...

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May 6, 2011 | 0 comments

The lovely ladies from our women’s ministry team held a luncheon last Saturday in honor of Mother’s Day.  Everyone was encouraged to bring salads.  Having any kind of potluck at church is like Jesus and the loaves and fishes:  enough to feed thousands. 

My daughter, Shannon, is part of the ministry team, and was drafted to ask me to share a few memories of my mother during the program.  “No longer than two minutes.”   No problem.  I could talk about my mother for hours.  When I arrived, she told me Andrea would be sharing memories of her and she (Shannon) would be sharing memories of me. 

Gulp. 

I could remember every failing moment as a parent.  Was she going to share the time I wanted to strangle her?  Literally.  Or the times we stood at opposite ends of the hall yelling at one another?  Or the time Rick came home exhausted from a long business trip overseas only to his wife and...

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May 3, 2011 | 0 comments

We came home after church on Easter and I went to a lovely ladies’ tea party outside Cloverdale.  Rick and Travis stayed home to enjoy one another company’s, and I offered no apologies for abandoning them on this special celebration day.   My friend Loretta has tea parties that would make Kate Middleton plead to come. 

When I came home, Rick was sitting somberly at the kitchen counter.  “Marion died last night.”  My first reaction was “What?!”  We had been half-expecting the news, but still it was a shock to our hearts.  We’ve both known this lovely lady since childhood. She was my junior high Sunday school teacher.  (I called her Mrs. Bonde back then.)  Rick and went to swim parties at her house (Her son, David, was best man at our wedding and Godfather to our three children).  We were going to her ninety-fifth birthday celebration a few weeks ago, but she fell and broke her pelvis and ended up in the hospital...

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