Grandma Sprick had just a couple of weeks to live in winter 1986 when Uncle Joe wisely helped her celebrate her 100th birthday a little early. He and Alverna were both present when she peacefully passed away at the Millers' in Old Frontenac.
The scrapblog editor likes this snippet of poetry, which she used to start a 2/17/07 Star Tribune story about a dying woman: "You few who understand know that when death is near, the food you give your soul must be supreme." -- Semonides (Greek poet, 7th century B.C.)
Monday, February 19, 2007
Listening for the angels
Grandma Sprick had just a couple of weeks to live in winter 1986 when Uncle Joe wisely helped her celebrate her 100th birthday a little early. He and Alverna were both present when she peacefully passed away at the Millers' in Old Frontenac.
The scrapblog editor likes this snippet of poetry, which she used to start a 2/17/07 Star Tribune story about a dying woman: "You few who understand know that when death is near, the food you give your soul must be supreme." -- Semonides (Greek poet, 7th century B.C.)
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