I think that one of the things I learned from Colleen was how important it is to keep in touch with your friends. She was so conscientious in calling me periodically to chat and see how I was. I know she did this with others who were close to her also. She would say "Now, I am going to call Fran." She talked about how she and her brother called each other I believe once a week. I appreciate this more than ever now that I grieve that I won't be hearing from her anymore.
Joyce; I was saddened to learn about your mother's death and want you to know that we corresponded some up until recently when I was hospitalized and then in rehab most of last year. I first met Dick and Coleen in St. Louis and then we shared an apartment building in Columbia at 1306 Anthony St. while going to the University of Missouri. We occasionally got together, but with your mother and my wife working and Dick and I in school, our lives were intertwined but not very frequent. We stayed in touch through the years, but less so since Mary, my wife died in 2016. I'm sorry that I missed yesterday's service, but my prayers are with you, your family, and Coleen's spirit. Glyn
I met Colleen when we were students at San Jose State in the late 1960s. She, Fran Messenger, Barbara Negron and I were older than the average college student and we met in the honorary society we all had joined. We bonded with each other and would get together with our spouses for dinner and other activities. After we lost our spouses, we continued our friendships. We lost Barbara several years ago to cancer. Fran moved to Sacramento and Colleen to Boise. Later, however, Colleen came back to the Bay Area and she and I would get together about twice a month to do something such as lunch and a movie. After Covid, we would get together in my backyard, eat lunch and chat. I miss my good friend very much.
So sorry, Joyce, to hear that Colleen is no longer with us but happy to know that she has arrived home with Jesus and to have the assurance that we will see her again. She was a dear, sweet lady. Praying for peace and comfort for you and your family.
I was blessed to be able to meet Colleen. I enjoyed talking with her about my sister. It saddens me that Joyce could not be with her during her transition to be with Jesus. Rest In Peace sweet lady.
In her own words: I pretty much liked our various homes. I didn't mind the moves and school changes. The most fun place was the summer we lived in a little house in Carter - only 3 rooms - but it was in a small town - probably only 100 people but we had kids to play with. I was 12 and Charles turned 11 that year. We received bicycles the previous Christmas and we rode everywhere. During strawberry season, all of us took our lunch and picked berries. A flat bed truck came for us every morning and brought us home. No child labor laws or safety rules to stop us. We had a great tim.