I only knew her for a little while, but somehow she really affected my life. She was pixie-ish, allusive, pleasant, and even illusionist.
She was here, she was there, you never quite new where she would appear.
Always a smile, a cheery word, and there is now a silence where you expect her to appear.
I miss her now, that hesitant “hello” when we would meet in church. But never more, never less leaving, you perhaps expected more.
It was odd when I read a small item in the church bulletin that Frances was ill, asking that we pray for her. Odd, because I never saw or read that item before as I really didn’t know any of the parishioners. But her name stood out. I made inquiries from the church secretary, but she didn’t have additional information.
So I approached Emily (social worker) and after a few days she learned she was in a nursing home, but too ill to receive visitors. I sent her a letter immediately that I was sorry I could not visitor her. I was leaving in two days and wouldn’t be back until Labor Day. And then I learned she died.
Since she died, I’ve learned so much more about her. She was a talented artist with several degrees, and great respect among her peers.
It wasn’t till life dealt her a severe blow that our little artist retreated almost to be alone.
Although no family close-by, but friends galore she had.
A great respect for Stanley Isaacs and considered it her home away from home.
And now that she is laid to rest and left a legacy, let us say a little prayer for now she is at peace.
Written by Isaacs member Kitty Wesley