To further illustrate how much my grandmother was loved here is a poem my grandfather wrote for her a couple of years before he died back in 1990:
(To my wife, Aleta)
We've been on stage, my love,
With many backdrops behind.
The play is almost over;
What memories we find!
It was behind the scenes that
We laughed and suffered most;
But at all times, in all ways,
We played it well, I boast.
You've been my love through good;
You've been my love through bad.
As long as we're together-
No reason to be sad.
The past was good, my love;
But all memories forget-
The hopes and fears, the smiles and tears.
The best is coming yet.
My love, how well we know
We've faced all kinds of weather.
Now let's face the audience
And take our bow, together!






