The Measure of a Woman
Ida Marie 1918-2007
She hated getting old and her body failing her. She lived on her own in her own home until she was 87 years old and she hated losing her independence and having to rely on others. Hated it. But she loved... She loved the color lavender -- not purple or lilac -- but lavender. (Girls will get that.) She LOVED extra crispy bacon. And strawberry ice cream with real strawberries. Kentucky Fried Chicken. That old Irish wool sweater. She liked sitting in front of our fireplace. She loved reading the newspaper -- any newspaper... cover to cover, every page... with a cup of coffee (instant only) with real milk --none of that non-dairy creamer stuff. But more than anything she loved her family.
I can't say anything that would adequately describe Ida Marie. You may judge a woman by her looks or her clothing or perhaps even her accumulated possessions or wealth. I would measure a woman's accomplishments by the legacy she leaves behind in her children... and their children. If the three wonderful, caring, intelligent and happy sons she raised and all the loving, happy and successful grandchildren with which she was blessed are how we measure Ida's life, then it was full and complete and an unmitigated success.
She leaves in mourning one sister, one sister-in-law, three devoted sons and their wives, eight grandchildren (and seven spouses) and one great grandson. Her husband of 55 years and her two brothers predeceased her. She is already greatly missed.
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