tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79676926521438060322024-03-19T06:14:47.915-04:00Dale's UpdatesDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-1846503702827415652008-08-08T12:44:00.003-04:002008-08-08T12:51:51.494-04:00<span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjaYO0sVfZWD1G2fP7wc7HRyXQCYjgQ2xK7Oq96cUiBdOS76cb0yICl5VDBTxAquy6fUIhAljnuDZU80qkpNtkYurcbsAECRPGAikxg6m8rqNEt1VENBynXu611tkGQcVyNu25FT-2mQo/s1600-h/012.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Dad, Jill and I picked out the pink boulder and bronze plaque for mom. </span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjaYO0sVfZWD1G2fP7wc7HRyXQCYjgQ2xK7Oq96cUiBdOS76cb0yICl5VDBTxAquy6fUIhAljnuDZU80qkpNtkYurcbsAECRPGAikxg6m8rqNEt1VENBynXu611tkGQcVyNu25FT-2mQo/s1600-h/012.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Looks GREAT! :) </span></a><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjaYO0sVfZWD1G2fP7wc7HRyXQCYjgQ2xK7Oq96cUiBdOS76cb0yICl5VDBTxAquy6fUIhAljnuDZU80qkpNtkYurcbsAECRPGAikxg6m8rqNEt1VENBynXu611tkGQcVyNu25FT-2mQo/s1600-h/012.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Lori is tickled PINK!</span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjaYO0sVfZWD1G2fP7wc7HRyXQCYjgQ2xK7Oq96cUiBdOS76cb0yICl5VDBTxAquy6fUIhAljnuDZU80qkpNtkYurcbsAECRPGAikxg6m8rqNEt1VENBynXu611tkGQcVyNu25FT-2mQo/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232189429291606674" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> A bouquet of flowers I put at mom's gravesite....</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4c6dXJfLx38CqlXy_-3WnetL6SHY5AvmgoD3qhiscXuxc3esAWDdnWembcG75y0KB5t392_WS5auUchscMglGEltIFx5xsFfqCbI6GH357jj7HLWvXdLianQzL5jBT7arZ2qH_60g9b-/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4c6dXJfLx38CqlXy_-3WnetL6SHY5AvmgoD3qhiscXuxc3esAWDdnWembcG75y0KB5t392_WS5auUchscMglGEltIFx5xsFfqCbI6GH357jj7HLWvXdLianQzL5jBT7arZ2qH_60g9b-/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232189428653155714" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> Another view of her resting spot.....</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjNq1zBVgXgJYjNVW2VDydwo-oh-6KWqoteVG9ptx2mDJl36LlQbVf4uq5rocNZcSxsUJ4z_G3-odfmPp_agtScyPmIrvJ3kqd6PlSd9W0CYyn1M8inA-IzjuuNR-5pp4AcrLU4g4Aw8j/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjNq1zBVgXgJYjNVW2VDydwo-oh-6KWqoteVG9ptx2mDJl36LlQbVf4uq5rocNZcSxsUJ4z_G3-odfmPp_agtScyPmIrvJ3kqd6PlSd9W0CYyn1M8inA-IzjuuNR-5pp4AcrLU4g4Aw8j/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232189437427591186" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Beautiful greenery is growing above the rock.....her urn is buried in the grass above</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeKdhUfv5UPMC9ou3MiRHeZnHHSDBFtChvI7i-_bsGFIVc9HkJp5bEF0CAPs7JL3CTzN-WpQ5PhdDWzKiahUIgzExsx_I11P8-TCUaK7z4fr1qTKbVJ12qFH08xzq88Xsx0etxVm8LwPy/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeKdhUfv5UPMC9ou3MiRHeZnHHSDBFtChvI7i-_bsGFIVc9HkJp5bEF0CAPs7JL3CTzN-WpQ5PhdDWzKiahUIgzExsx_I11P8-TCUaK7z4fr1qTKbVJ12qFH08xzq88Xsx0etxVm8LwPy/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232189438432880210" border="0" /></a>Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-42870824798065265922008-08-06T09:59:00.003-04:002008-08-06T10:14:28.596-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipggqXjBQ0urwKH4C6FVyzmDsLh2fefVHX7x9gsUszJfzey9dmvA5tvMLutox0_KDcWGdCzM8wh7g1TVOR-KtXYh1ozwsErWmNRuTscMPfSIDYcksSwCxA1ImlUArP2pXVFgCrp-ocAXR8/s1600-h/049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipggqXjBQ0urwKH4C6FVyzmDsLh2fefVHX7x9gsUszJfzey9dmvA5tvMLutox0_KDcWGdCzM8wh7g1TVOR-KtXYh1ozwsErWmNRuTscMPfSIDYcksSwCxA1ImlUArP2pXVFgCrp-ocAXR8/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231405949271012018" border="0" /></a><br />Jill, Steve, Alix and Zoe Noble<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheq_R9UldbuFONhn6u2M6QebfI-d354YGp9eq7gNa8raxzm1b4G-rwuSY70WX0NC3BPifPqf-BEVEfu0OAbMmJCclRHD-IgABKIJsF1z5UlirM6rynH-yn7idje4RFDRrSl1rR75euxl16/s1600-h/050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheq_R9UldbuFONhn6u2M6QebfI-d354YGp9eq7gNa8raxzm1b4G-rwuSY70WX0NC3BPifPqf-BEVEfu0OAbMmJCclRHD-IgABKIJsF1z5UlirM6rynH-yn7idje4RFDRrSl1rR75euxl16/s320/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231405955584274242" border="0" />Lori and Joel Alexander-great friend from college</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFBYWP5G1IrucR-czRXgBRLwpZab-YqCMdwqcq-EZV92sfhqtxvTGE7EsbZCnDlAvMLcaz2F0Qhfb9Lva3yGA9OxAdjhhcRQoZgsP0vxrQEUzMxIVQXOehahOm2lzXOjg8nK5LJxw0A6y/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFBYWP5G1IrucR-czRXgBRLwpZab-YqCMdwqcq-EZV92sfhqtxvTGE7EsbZCnDlAvMLcaz2F0Qhfb9Lva3yGA9OxAdjhhcRQoZgsP0vxrQEUzMxIVQXOehahOm2lzXOjg8nK5LJxw0A6y/s320/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231405959770960194" border="0" />Jill and Aunt Karen</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPm1to5ZYpBfi6RcBX2C2Inqag-ATx0MDO-rkdRNWpDuUW3CGBHwo9a9DFzSGuUwVlw_zGpAlUaZbGOUWfFsB0bggdBc0uspnIR2fs7JmylEkDqhBCeamXq1IDL0e-VenAc9gGv5DKh85M/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPm1to5ZYpBfi6RcBX2C2Inqag-ATx0MDO-rkdRNWpDuUW3CGBHwo9a9DFzSGuUwVlw_zGpAlUaZbGOUWfFsB0bggdBc0uspnIR2fs7JmylEkDqhBCeamXq1IDL0e-VenAc9gGv5DKh85M/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231405956324702514" border="0" /></a><br />Aunt Karen, Uncle Lyle and Lori at Lori's home in Riverside<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePJXzIAuNUEJlo6Iz1ZCO5zL473pJsIWzD3hVf3ew4oWDz7J2tB1CHJlOR9OddxxZ9k2bb2GSAMmq_A3VIXzpI5btUSiCNbWTEnJ2lkDvgehmdAMFHICaE6ZD5f7RY6DJXluFWjTRQz6v/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePJXzIAuNUEJlo6Iz1ZCO5zL473pJsIWzD3hVf3ew4oWDz7J2tB1CHJlOR9OddxxZ9k2bb2GSAMmq_A3VIXzpI5btUSiCNbWTEnJ2lkDvgehmdAMFHICaE6ZD5f7RY6DJXluFWjTRQz6v/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231405964226452402" border="0" />Dave and Lori before the funeral at their home</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGAXCxIZp2-8LIybnLWNdZ4elnPhtPDyIq8xcpBFhMQuN1YWyjgf1rJPacORhTjrIiS1ImsYTQ_5Z2lfsSSPKcYHo7hcV6sBfz4RW-e_wDmY6vpOc8Xf3RT3yrCeQwbXjStjzfnCEyo6-/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGAXCxIZp2-8LIybnLWNdZ4elnPhtPDyIq8xcpBFhMQuN1YWyjgf1rJPacORhTjrIiS1ImsYTQ_5Z2lfsSSPKcYHo7hcV6sBfz4RW-e_wDmY6vpOc8Xf3RT3yrCeQwbXjStjzfnCEyo6-/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231404927879038610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGAXCxIZp2-8LIybnLWNdZ4elnPhtPDyIq8xcpBFhMQuN1YWyjgf1rJPacORhTjrIiS1ImsYTQ_5Z2lfsSSPKcYHo7hcV6sBfz4RW-e_wDmY6vpOc8Xf3RT3yrCeQwbXjStjzfnCEyo6-/s1600-h/046.JPG">Aunt Karen and two friends</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj43HB84QR96t1vrN5GjRK3ZfD90f9Vz4LHEbZY86vnzPCBWrw4Q-pahbaDwpPt8zvWBxxgain_kwe620OLmKavmv72ZtW33sMmRkbjgltJ4B6BaJGCxODZKiMn_Ek472EieWKTHDOkHp68/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj43HB84QR96t1vrN5GjRK3ZfD90f9Vz4LHEbZY86vnzPCBWrw4Q-pahbaDwpPt8zvWBxxgain_kwe620OLmKavmv72ZtW33sMmRkbjgltJ4B6BaJGCxODZKiMn_Ek472EieWKTHDOkHp68/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231404930876306706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj43HB84QR96t1vrN5GjRK3ZfD90f9Vz4LHEbZY86vnzPCBWrw4Q-pahbaDwpPt8zvWBxxgain_kwe620OLmKavmv72ZtW33sMmRkbjgltJ4B6BaJGCxODZKiMn_Ek472EieWKTHDOkHp68/s1600-h/045.JPG">Christina Anderson, Lori and Brenda Fales</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bKSg220VpnIYY_peO4VlRtxSc59jdkcxK-MAQzQi4IUmxb8CWbkfwO_F5nuWTBGqQ-koAcrGGVEs0pceO92LheQc5tBE2TPYSI3M8IPFt68jC9VAD-R9F5bS4KJ5_ltWp9LKixZpEDog/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bKSg220VpnIYY_peO4VlRtxSc59jdkcxK-MAQzQi4IUmxb8CWbkfwO_F5nuWTBGqQ-koAcrGGVEs0pceO92LheQc5tBE2TPYSI3M8IPFt68jC9VAD-R9F5bS4KJ5_ltWp9LKixZpEDog/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231404934945284130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Molly and Lori</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULTDdRWBXDerwBzAl5zL0MT2tAtzSXVLe7R6SX4xkaakhib4slpLGMhEuec2EEH-ir6gksYYXUn8hhTvFTsHKzlpraV6JBusgcgXPBv-0DHxYfuwf18ldS9crIWz7sptcAzbzKMB0ybwE/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULTDdRWBXDerwBzAl5zL0MT2tAtzSXVLe7R6SX4xkaakhib4slpLGMhEuec2EEH-ir6gksYYXUn8hhTvFTsHKzlpraV6JBusgcgXPBv-0DHxYfuwf18ldS9crIWz7sptcAzbzKMB0ybwE/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231404946351329426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULTDdRWBXDerwBzAl5zL0MT2tAtzSXVLe7R6SX4xkaakhib4slpLGMhEuec2EEH-ir6gksYYXUn8hhTvFTsHKzlpraV6JBusgcgXPBv-0DHxYfuwf18ldS9crIWz7sptcAzbzKMB0ybwE/s1600-h/048.JPG">Jill and Steve after the funeral</a><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's the photos of the Celebration of Life Service for mom at First Lutheran Church. I usually take lots more pictures everywhere I go but that day my mind was in a haze and I was not focused on taking pictures. Just wanted the family and friends who could not join us to see everyone.:) LoriDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-66247522087576166982008-08-04T20:43:00.002-04:002008-08-04T20:49:58.753-04:00<span style="color:#cc0000;">Hello from Lori in Iowa.:) </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I had my 20th class reunion July18th and 19th and let's just say that the Wash Class of '88 can party!! We had a good time.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I went to mom's pink boulder at Cedar Memorial and the plaque is on, yeah! She's located in the Garden of Reflection for all of you who would like to visit.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Nothing else new. Trying to stay cool in this August heat. Dave and my 4 year anniversary of dating will be August 9th. Very excited about that! I love my man more and more everyday...he's soooo good to me and the kitties! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"> I'll try to upload photos of the funeral on this website for all to see. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Love, Lori</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">P.S. Please send prayers to mom's sister, Karen Miller in Richardson, TX as her cancer has come back and is in her bones. </span>Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-10962900632764567362008-06-20T15:25:00.001-04:002008-06-20T15:27:29.830-04:00BIRTHDAY BOY!<span style="color:#cc0000;">It's Dale's birthday today!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPPA!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I tried calling him before I went to work but no answer. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I hope he's golfing and not working.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Lor</span>Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-12451357556905653322008-06-11T21:19:00.002-04:002008-06-11T21:54:18.941-04:00CD of Mom's FuneralHi family and friends, it's Lori here. I have bad news.<br />The CD that the church was suppose to make of mom's funeral service did not happen.:( BIG BUMMMER!<br />The person who usually tapes the service was gone that weekend and they had a fill in.<br />I had a weird feeling when Steve Noble tried to play it at the Gatewoods house and nothing was there. I just knew it was not to be. So I called First Lutheran and they said they would have the guy try to reformat or recut it. Not sure the technical terms they used.<br />NO LUCK. It did not get taped originally.<br />So I apologize for all those that could not be in attendance for the church's mistake. It saddens me that it didn't work.<br />Pastor Kay IS typing up her sermon though.:) We can send it out snail mail to anyone who would like to read it. As you know Jill's speech is already on this site. Dad's speech was in his head and on notecards so you're out of luck if you couldn't hear him speak as well. I was going to ask Steve Noble to videotape the service but decided I didn't need to do that as the church was going to audiotape it. BOO!<br /><br />How am I doing you ask??? Pretty well.:) Not weepy, not crying. Staying busy. Happy that mom is not in pain anymore.I had a good talk with mom the day before I left Charlotte. I'd like to share our candid conversations with you all.<br /><br />I was crying and said,"I don't want you to die." She replied as she was stroking my hair...."Please don't be sad. I want you to be happy. We had a great family....full of respect."<br />And the last words she said to me were, "NEVER underestimate my love for you!"<br />Those words are still comforting to me today. You see mom and I had our troubles before she got sick. We were both stubborn and set in our ways. She knew the exact buttons to push to set me off and she did a GREAT job at that! She was not fond of my boyfriend choice (Dave) at the time and that (along with a fight we had in Iowa City one visit) caused us to not speak for 1 1/2 years. When she got diagnosed with cancer December of 2006 that all changed. We simply squashed our differences and became friends again. She became accepting of Dave and my relationship and for the first time asked about him and got to know him as a person (through my stories) without always judging. "Tell Dave hi" or "make sure Dave comes to visit, I can't wait to meet him" would come out of her mouth when she was sick. She must have realized that I was (and still am) happy and in love with Dave. I'm not sure what a terminal illness does to one's Psyche but I think it puts everything into perspective and makes you allowing and accepting.<br />I know that I am a better person today having a spectacular mom like I did!<br />Mom's cremated remains were buried in the cremated section of Cedar Memorial for all who are interested in visiting her. Dad bought a boulder. It's pink.:) Her remains are buried behind the boulder in grass. A small bronze plaque will be epoxied to the boulder.<br />It will read LOVE ALWAYS<br /> Joyce C. Lange<br /> October 1st, 1939<br /> May 02,2008<br />You have to walk down a pebble path next to a creek to find it. It's next to a boulder with the name SNODDGRASS for all who'd like to visit. I have my 20 year high school reunion July 18th weekend so a bunch of us are going to Cedar Memorial to put flowers on Andy Andrews, Jamie Harder and Jane Brooks gravesites. I'll put flowers by mom's boulder too. Not sure if the nameplate will be done by then or not. They said 6-8 weeks. There is a temporary nameplate on the grass behind the boulder for all to see until then.<br />Call dad every once in a while. He'd love to hear from you all. :) He's staying busy with Unity Church on Sunday's. Afterwards they have speakers/ groups he's involved with.<br />Love you all,<br />Lori :)<br />P.S. A personal thanks goes out to UNCLE LYLE HELDT for high-tailing it up from Florida. Your presence (AND YUMMY STEAKS AT THE BBQ) were MUCH appreciated! :) Mom missed a good party didn't she? Sorry I got bitchy about making the coffee on Friday at my house. I've never entertained 30 people before and I was a little F-R-A-Z-Z-L-E-D to say the least.:)<br />Also I'd like to thank AUNT KAREN MILLER for her support and SUPPLIES for the BBQ.:) You made it all a success!<br />Thanks too goes out to AUNT BETS LANGE. Your unconditional love for dad by being there to help mom in her final days were so loving and appreciated greatly! Thanks for traveling from Florida for the service. :)<br />Mom was right.....we have a great family. Full of respect.Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-26757530993132235562008-05-28T17:13:00.002-04:002008-05-28T17:40:20.959-04:00Home with a phone/internetAfter three work orders I now have phone service. On the way home I spent two days with my co-worker and friend Jerry at his condo in Gatlingburg, Tn. We rode a gondola up the mou ntain, capacity 120 people, took in a show, rode horses up a narrow, muddy, switchback, mountain trail, a helicopter ride and good food. It was a good diversion. When I got home I was scheduled to work the next four days so today is my first lazy day. My air conditioner is on the fritz so I just arranged a new one with my handyman neighbor. Wish me luck. Thanks to all who attended Joyce's service. Many from out of state. Lori is getting the audio as the one they gave me was blank. I reviewed the blogs and comments an hour ago and got a little weepy but I am keeping busy an am OK. Love and light to all, Dale LangeDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-90559128489941442202008-05-19T12:56:00.003-04:002008-05-19T13:05:05.699-04:00from Jill...Thanks to all of you who were able to make it to Mom's funeral. She would have loved to give each of you a big smile and hug.<br /><br />I got several requests for a copy of the words I spoke about Mom, so I thought I would post them here:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I want to share a few things I'll never forget about Mom:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She loved her family. </span>Mom -- and Dad too-- both said "I love you" a lot. I was surprised and sad the first time I heard that not all kids are that lucky.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She was a great Mom. </span>She never played favorites, never expected Lori and I to be alike or to be like her. She was willing to celebrate our differences but love us both the same.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She was a great wife. </span>I never heard her talk disrespecfully about Dad or to Dad. Even angry I don't remember her ever resorting to name-calling or meanness. She often told me how lucky she was to have Dad, and how great or handsome he is. She gave me great advice years ago about marraige. She said that she and Dad never let divorce become an option, so they always were able to work out any problems.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She loved her granddaughters.</span> She came when each of them was born, and loved them as babies, and enjoyed watching them grow. She would get so tickled to talk to them on the phone, and loved shopping for them. She was awesome at shopping for little girls. She bought each of them a knitting bag with yarn, needles and all of the accessories and was so proud of them when they learned to knit. She was willing to buy them the "noisy toys" that Steve and I are so reluctant to buy, and she came to visit every birthday she could.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She was a hard worker.</span> I could count on waking up to a vacuum every Saturday morning, and before the morning was over, Lori and I were also vacuuming, dusting, and cleaning bathrooms. She also made the work fun. When she cleaned the kitchen floor, she would line the chairs up in the hallway and Lori and I would play choo-choo train.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She spoke well of people. </span>I don't ever remember her cutting anyone down to their face, or behind it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She loved baseball.</span> We got out of school an hour or so before Mom got off of work. It was not unusual during baseball season for her to make us interrupt Brady Bunch or Scooby Doo to turn to TBS or WGN and tell her the score of a Cub's or Brave's game. She would do mounds of ironing watching baseball, and she took us to Wrigley Field a few times to see the Cubs in person. That love didn't get passed on. I always took a good book.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She loved to knit.</span> One of my earliest memories is of her knitting a pink and maroon afghan at Park Town apartments. She often knit during her commutes in San Francisco, but got too busy when we were kids to knit much. I'm so grateful she took the time when I was in elementary school to teach me how to knit, and it was awesome to see her really take it up again when she retired.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She was creative.</span> Another early memory from the apartments was watching her make headboards for our twin beds. One was Raggedy Ann, and another was Raggedy Andy. I remember watching her paint their faces and staple on their hair. I also remember watching her paint the frame of a corkboard for our room. She painted flowers around it, and across the top she painted "Love One Another"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She loved music.</span> Especially Frank Sinatra, Barbra Strisand and Olivia Newton-John. She sang to us when we were little. She sang quite off-key and often improvised the lyrics. My piano playing was as bad as her singing, but we would sit together on the piano bench and I would play and we would sing. I sing many of the same songs to my girls. Mairzy Doats and Funny Face are a couple of their favorites.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She dreamed big.</span> I remember her Christmas list in 1981. Number 1 on her list was "a fling with Frank Sinatra". Number 2 was a 1980 Thunderbird. She did get the Thunderbird 5 or 6 years later.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She loved her cats.</span> Over the years Banjo, Topaz, Morris, Monet and Cashmere got lots of love from Mom.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-She loved feeding the birds and squirrels outside. </span>When we were little, when bread or crackers got stale, we would always throw them in the backyard for the birds. In the house in Charlotte, almost every window has a bird feeder in view, and there are quite a few outside the kitchen window by the phone. I could count on hearing about the birds out the window every time I called Mom. This last visit when she became bedridden I would sit on her bed and describe the birds in the backyard, especially a cardinal and his mate who were building a nest tall in a tree.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When someone would tell me that I look like my mother she would say, "Tell them thank you!" </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm happy to take after Mom in many ways, and other ways I'm still aspiring to be like her.<br /><br /></span><span>Feel free to share any memories you have of Mom in the comments.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-29603798664553843712008-05-08T21:07:00.002-04:002008-05-08T21:15:50.273-04:00IowaI am leaving for Iowa Sunday May 11th. I will be staying with Lori in her new home. In lew of flowers Send a check made out to The American Cancer Soc. and bring or send it to: First Lutheran Church, 1000 Third Ave SE, Cedar Rapids, Ia. 52403 , ATTN: Joyce Lange funeral.Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-37530473022052393822008-05-02T11:30:00.001-04:002008-05-02T11:43:52.400-04:00Memorial serviceThe memorial service will be at the First Lutheran church, Cedar Rapids, Ia. at one o'clock on Saturday the 17th of May.Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-37500075558960221112008-05-02T10:58:00.002-04:002008-05-02T11:06:07.049-04:00Joyce slept after getting morphine for the duration. I doubt if she was in any pain. She passed over at 2:49 AM. A memorial service will be held at the First Lutheran church in Cedar Rapids, Ia. Time and date to be posted here and in the CR Gazette. DaleDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-14921723024310543142008-05-01T10:50:00.002-04:002008-05-01T10:56:47.378-04:00SoonBath and nurse day. We are now on morphine every two hours. Barb the nurse said we are hours away from passing. Not many jokes today. I'll keep you posted. DaleDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-73042799747462947322008-04-29T22:15:00.002-04:002008-04-29T22:44:19.132-04:00It rained the last two days, much needed. Today was outstanding, no clouds, high of 68 degrees, the trees are leafed out, roses blooming, and a pair of brown thrushes making a nest in the arbor on the back deck. Thrushes usually distance themsulves from man so I feel honored. Barb the nurse was here yesterday and took me to school; Dying 101. She said that the first sign is elevated blood pressure. This happened about 13 days ago. Next elevated heartbeat and low blood pressure. Her pressure was low Monday; heartbeat, 99. She went on but this is probably more than one who spends life ignoring death wants to know. I read today that man is not a body inhabited by a spirit but a spirit teporarily inhabiting a body. Humm. DaleDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-79204275181613989662008-04-27T10:44:00.002-04:002008-04-27T10:49:06.377-04:00No changeNothing new to report. The neighbor lady across the street is going to come over this afternoon while I shop/ DaleDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-37595422537277217292008-04-25T10:31:00.003-04:002008-04-25T10:48:27.463-04:00Spoiled in CharlotteToday a lady from hospice will come and sit with Joyce for 3 hours while I run errands. This happens once a week. On Monday and Thursday a nurse and an aid come. The aid gives Joyce a bath and the nurse nurses. The nurse is a down home, funny hoot. She had Bets and I in stitches, Bets left Wednsday and called upon safe arrival. I am alone for the first time in three weeks. Bets and the girls spoiled me terribly--thank you. I will be fine by myself as Hospice provides super backup. DaleDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-14757748827011687012008-04-23T19:43:00.002-04:002008-04-23T19:49:26.007-04:00WednesdayDear loved ones: I am still with Dale in Charlotte. It is so hard to leave. Joyce does not seem to be in pain but does not respond to much now. When she is not sleeping, her eyes remain closed and she seems peaceful. The end is near and it is hard to let go. I know you are all keeping JOyce in your prayers. Love, BetsDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-45951519522187712702008-04-22T11:23:00.002-04:002008-04-22T11:31:10.351-04:00Tuesday April 22Dear All:<br />Dale has gone to the store to stock up on the things he will need. I am planning to go back to Florida tomorrow if all stays the same. This morning we did a little house cleaning. Dale is getting good at doing the laundry and keeping things on track. The nurse put in a catheter which is a tremendous help. No more changing the bed and more comfortable for Joyce. The fluids were building up and making her very restless. Joyce is sleeping most of the time now but hears what you say. Does not open her eyes much to look at us anymore. We play some of her favorite music and she likes that. The nurse kept Dale and I in stitches yesterday with some of her nursing home patient stories. She is a character. Bye for now.<br />Love to all, BetsDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-33097290008519365982008-04-20T22:55:00.002-04:002008-04-20T23:04:59.198-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJd1hB2Tbxtv_5TcmgLCRpOPVHaGheFBCgBGs1PgQpUM_1XVXEl_MqCJzNMldVlbHpzgjlyl6iymbme2eCO5V8d79CX8CK1SbEWk2VnjTDbdhHv152KhRbGUHiAm12A4YDJfTuE8lKlyXc/s1600-h/101_0447.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJd1hB2Tbxtv_5TcmgLCRpOPVHaGheFBCgBGs1PgQpUM_1XVXEl_MqCJzNMldVlbHpzgjlyl6iymbme2eCO5V8d79CX8CK1SbEWk2VnjTDbdhHv152KhRbGUHiAm12A4YDJfTuE8lKlyXc/s400/101_0447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191527838010184994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Av5szcq0gL5UJBXyH5XZksfwDM997rPy5Z8RVyiiw84oDk0uTJaLa_tpD5bG9bKcyftuTFSA7dmMS5Bz_2eU5Zl1zRizDyyhbqstnrqWBvaHBK-e_a3X2STb7-bjMRJAbklaCFS9rAER/s1600-h/101_0487.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Av5szcq0gL5UJBXyH5XZksfwDM997rPy5Z8RVyiiw84oDk0uTJaLa_tpD5bG9bKcyftuTFSA7dmMS5Bz_2eU5Zl1zRizDyyhbqstnrqWBvaHBK-e_a3X2STb7-bjMRJAbklaCFS9rAER/s400/101_0487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191527846600119602" border="0" /></a><br />Good evening everybody! :) It's Lori from Riverside, IA. I wanted to share a few photos of mom and I in Charlotte last time. It was the first visit for me after her cancer diagnosis. I thought she looked AMAZING in her wigs. Just like the Joyce hairdo everyone knew.<br />We were unable to get any family photos 2 weeks ago in Charlotte as she did not have the strength to sit up. The tumors on her spine are bothersome.<br />I want to remember mom this way.....happy, fun, free-spirited. The smile says it all.......... LoriDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-4899666002741323242008-04-19T16:35:00.002-04:002008-04-19T16:42:36.378-04:00Saturday in CharlotteDear Family and Friends:<br />Today Joyce is more alert and the smiles are back. Even ate two of the chocolate chips cookies I baked. Dale just went outside to hit a few practice golf balls but I bet he will be coming in soon as it has started to rain. It is much needed. With the drought Charlotte had last year, the lawns are not in very good shape. The paper yesterday informed us that we can now water and wash cars one day a week. Dale took advantage of that news and washed both our vehicles this morning. It has been interesting watching the Pope's visit to the U.S. on TV. What ceremony - pomp and circumstance!!<br />Shalom, BetsDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-40023623578301976442008-04-18T20:26:00.002-04:002008-04-18T20:47:21.064-04:00Four score and more she was a rock. But now. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">The</span> forces of nature are chipping <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">away</span>. Dust <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">flys</span> from the rock a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">little</span> each day. Yesterday a scare. Strong pain medicine. Open eyes that did not see. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Breath</span> chattering. A prelude of things to be. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Electric</span> bed up; she now breathes and sees. The young ignore it, and the old. Until the tsumani rushes in. With age and it's inherent boredom. Life's last great aventure???? Dale LangeDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-79505747280610534492008-04-17T19:39:00.002-04:002008-04-17T19:45:42.715-04:00Thursday in CharlotteDear Friends and Family:<br />what a gorgeous day in N.C. The sun shone all day and the weather was warm. Spring is here and the birds are singing.<br />The nurse and lady that gives the bath were both here today. By the time they finished, Joyce was very tired and slept all day. Dale got out some today and I worked in the kitchen. Cleaned out the frig and oven while Joyce slept. Not much to report. Things are mostly the same as yesterday. Not eating as much and not able to get out of the bed anymore.<br />Keep the thoughts and prayers coming this way.<br />Love to all, BetsDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-60732719076389873522008-04-16T19:47:00.002-04:002008-04-16T19:52:26.343-04:00Another day in CharlotteDear Friends and Family:<br />Today is Wednesday and all is well. Joyce was much quieter today. She did enjoy her meals and chocolate treats. Not eating a lot but enjoys what she does eat. Dale got a chance to run some errands and get out of the house for a few hours. Then came home and mowed the lawn. At dinner time we ate and watched the Pope talk to his bishops in D.C. church. Dale and I both are hard of hearing and kept asking each other. "Do you understand that?" Guess we should have had our hearing aids in, huh? Tomorrow the nurse comes again. Hospice help is a great thing.<br />Will write more tomorrow.<br />Love to all, BetsDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-21308871187740351162008-04-15T20:01:00.002-04:002008-04-15T20:07:58.333-04:00Tuesday in CharlotteDear all:<br />Things are going well. The nurse came today and gave Dale and I some lessons on how to change the bedding, etc. with Joyce in bed. We are getting quite good at it by now. Joyce continues to enjoy eating her chocolate treats and drinking her cokes. She is doing quite well in the eating department lately. Sleeps a lot but is not in pain. She talks about her loved ones and friends and thank me quite often for being here. Joyce said it is a treat to be fed her meals and likes it a lot!! She told me today that my Mother raised a wonderful son and how she loved him so much. Keep the emails and phone calls coming. I am learning so much from Joyce. She is teaching me what is important in life.<br />BetsDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-273729213982249112008-04-13T15:48:00.002-04:002008-04-13T15:54:13.721-04:00Hello from Charlotte on a sunny Sunday AfternoonHello:<br />It is cool but sunny today. Joyce has been resting all day with the cats keeping vigil. Since I am here to be with Joyce, Dale is playing farmer this afternoon. He is tilling the soil in the backyard and said he is going to raise some tomatoes and cukes. It is good to see him out getting some fresh air and exercise. Joyce is not talking much today but said she is not in any pain. Not much else to report at the present time. Will get off another note tomorrow.<br />BetsDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-25025083590599082962008-04-12T20:24:00.002-04:002008-04-12T20:31:30.800-04:00Bets has arrivedWell, after 10 hours of driving from Florida I arrived in Charlotte. Driving still beats the crowds and security lines at the airports! Joyce was happy to see me and had a big smile for me. It is amazing to see her loving spirit through all she is going through. She said she was very hungry so Dale went to KFC tonight and I helped her eat. She kept telling me how good it was. She has a lot of pain in her back area when she is moved around. Lying flat she seems to be ok. Dale has some errands to take care of so he can take care of that while I am here to be with Joyce. Keep sending your posts and your prayers.<br />I will try to keep everyone updated as the days go by.<br />Love, BetsDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967692652143806032.post-62055935370142154922008-04-11T19:15:00.003-04:002008-04-11T19:46:58.417-04:00BarfYesterday was a bit testy. Joyce fell twice; once while sitting on the porta-pot and once while Jill was moving her to the pot. It takes effort to get her from the floor to the bed. After taking Jill to the airport Joyce, asked to go to the pot four times with no results. My back is now hurting. For her safety I ordered a hospital bed arriving at 7:00 PM. After going from one to three days with no bowel movement, she had three from midnight to 7AM. The first one was a six gagger, the second a 0 gagger, and the third I stopped counting at twelve. The only smile I got out of her was when I said I was going to be a nurse in my next life. She is quite passive now and is losing her appetite. Tomorrow Bets is coming, yea. Dale LangeDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05697643122045886033noreply@blogger.com1