Elvie was one of us.
We all hung out together during our
school days, church days, and Bible School days.
We enjoyed a good laugh.
We enjoyed mischief.
Then she got married...the first of the group.
And so did all the rest of us.
And you know how life goes...you loose connections
as each life takes on it's own twists in a different journey.
A few years ago, February, 2010,
Elvie began having symptons in her leg which aggravated her walking.
The short of it, was that she was diagnosed with ALS,
known as Lou Gehrigs Disesase.
During this time...Elvie, Lorraine, Judy and I reconnected.
We came together over the following years in different ways.
After a short struggle,
Elvie passed away.
It's been exactly one year today.
She left us too soon.
She was a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, and a grandmother,
just like the rest of us.
During one of our visits she showed us this dress.
She had sewed this during Home Ec., while I was knitting a pink baby sweater.
She made this for her younger sister Bonnie.
She had packaged a t-shirt for me which was designed for those
who participated in last years Walk for ALS.
Elvie always called herself a Princess...
When being diagnosed with ALS your body becomes ultra sensitive.
Everything needs to feel and fit just right.
Her mother and sisters continued straightening out her collars,
taking out any wrinkles or seams that would aggravate her skin, pull stray hairs off her neck.
So Elvie referred herself, to the story of the 'Princess and the Pea"
So her family members became her royal posse...
always doing there best to make her feel comfortable.
She also gave me a small devotional, one of her own meditation books.
I smiled as I read the title.
She and I understood too well what that meant.
Elvie, we have missed you...there's a void in my life.
Meanwhile your heart beats on in each one of us.
Elvira Martha Wiebe
Dec. 8, 1952 - June 25, 2012
She left us with this poem.
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
But I still miss you.