I miss you Lisa.
She was the second mom to many including me. (See the note I wrote in 1997 that she kept on her fridge for years)
She was so kind, giving and had such a fun sense of humor. She loved her family fiercely and would do anything for her kids. She had so much pride in her grandkids, she would beam with joy showing pictures and telling stories of what they were all up to.
Her telling the Garfield joke or her howling like a wolf when I said how great she looked brought so much joy to others. I loved telling her how great she looked. “Wow Lisa, really looks like you’ve been working out.”
She would light up and talk about her recent swim or her “run.” That run was a thing to witness too. Snails pace and we could walk faster than her but she didn’t care. She knew she was out there doing it.
She fed more kids than the Red Cross. Dinners with extra kids routinely, often up to half a dozen or more extra kids she’d make dinner for and not bat an eye.
Lisa loved a good party. If there’s wasn’t a party she could create her own. She loved listening to music loud when she was cleaning. Music blaring, smiling, dancing, cleaning and howling were all often present together.
And boy did she clean. So many kids making messes and she would so rarely get upset. As a parent now, the patience she had towards all of us was absolutely incredible.
I’ll cherish all the meals (her cooking or Outback which was her favorite), trips to the snow, taking us to the gym to swim or play basketball, bringing us to brunch after church, the heart to hearts we had as I got older, the smile she had when I would stop by just to say hello, the texts of love and support, the phone calls just to check in.
These past few days have been a lot for me with bouts of tears as I think of her. Driving the kids to school this morning I lost it a bit. While tears were rolling, I also felt tremendous joy that I was loved by and loved her so much.
I find peace knowing that you are with the Heavenly Father and those you loved who have been waiting for you.
When I see you again, I hope to hear John Melencamp blaring on the speakers and you smiling and dancing your heart away.
Love, Evan
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