Aunt Cris was born in 1934 and married my uncle in 1953. She has always been in my life. She was the sweetest and kindest person I knew. She always welcomed us to her home. She always fed us. The world is a little less brighter without her.
Her memorial service was today. We all laughed at the story of Cris and her violin. Seems she had to take violin lessons as a kid and she hated it. So she crashed her bike into a tree so her violin got broken. And that ended the lessons. We know at some point she took the violin back up because she played as an adult.
I used to take Mike and Josh out to the beach and we would always stop at their place in Svenson. Sometimes they would go with us and do things in Astoria. We rode the trolley one time and we climbed the Astoria Column.
Cris and John moved to Longview and we got to see them a bit more. And then life gets in the way. After Uncle John died, Aunt Cris ended up moving to Vancouver to assisted living and then memory care. And then an adult foster care. Dementia is a cruel disease. I saw her three times in the weeks before she died. She did not know me. And that is all right because she knew someone who loved her was seeing her. And I'm glad I was able to do that.
Then just as we are deciding to move Mom where Cris lived, and getting it all arranged, Cris went on hospice. And she didn't remain there long. She was ready to go on and be with John again. And so she did. No more mental fog. No more pain. Beth was not ready, but our opinion is not sought when the time is here.
Cris had two daughters, five grandkids and two great grandkids. All who were the apple of her eye.
Love and light Aunt Cris on your journey. I will miss you for the rest of my life.
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