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
September 19, 2009 at 10:54 pm
Please extend my thanks to Kitty Wesley for her kind words about the late Frances Mary Forster. Frances was my friend for about 50 years…we met in college and became lifelong friends. The last years of Frances’ s life were difficult…..I wish people could have known the Frances I knew…..beautiful, talented, vibrant, and kind. I hope she is remembered to some degree..she died alone, but not forgotten.
Renee Fineberg