My Aunt Agnes passed away. She was one great lady. Our family was so blessed to have her in our lives.
Aunt Agnes wasn’t the front runner, stand-out front kind of lady. She was the one in the background managing everything…few of us ever knew all she was doing.
She died a few weeks shy of her 104th birthday. What a legacy she left. HERE’s the link to her obituary. She had three children, 8 grandchildren,17 great-grandchildren…and as the obituary said, “numerous nieces and nephews”. I am one of those nieces.
I am lucky in that my Aunt Agnes was a crafter and quilter like me. She is one of the reasons I am so supportive of Lutheran World Relief. In fact, my memorial money for her will go there. She helped to make easily thousands of quilts for the organization. My memorial money will go to the fund to help ship quilts. I know she’d like that.
She was a master Hardanger too. She did amazing work. I just love it. Here is one of the pieces she gave to me…
I was extra lucky. Aunt Agnes was also my godmother. When we were driving home from the funeral the kids and I were talking. She was 47 when I was born…my dad, her brother just 2 years younger, was 45 when I was born. My kids just couldn’t believe having a kid so “old”.
Here is a picture of Kalissa, Carver, and I with Aunt Agnes…I’m guessing this… was in 2018.
(oh my I’ve lost weight since then).
Here’s a picture of Carver, Kalissa and Aunt Agnes the year before.
It was important to us to have pictures with her.
We took Carver with us to the funeral. We wanted him to have a “funeral experience” while he’s still young and it’s not someone he was particularly close to. Sadly going to funerals is something we all need to learn to do.
He looks bored in this picture but he was waiting for the bathroom…
I was so happy I braved things and went to the funeral. I was going to do everything I could to be there even if I was zonked the next day…and I was. Aunt Agnes was super special to me.
I told you she was a “behind the scenes” kind of lady. She gave up some of her ambitions and stayed back to take care of my ailing Grandmother, her mom. She quilted with her and helped her as her health failed.
She was the first person my dad called when my mom passed away. It was such a comfort to us kids to know that dad had his sister Agnes when we weren’t. Agnes had lost her husband when she was 70 and knew how to cope…she helped my dad so much.
Aunt Agnes was the only sibling in the family who left their inheritance in the farm so when it came time for my parents to buy the family farm from my grandparents’ estate, my parents were able to get the money to do it. Yes, my parents paid Aunt Agnes over time, but she left her money there so the farm could stay in the family.
My Aunt Agnes was so good and dealing with my dad, doing things that us kids didn’t know how to talk to him about…or didn’t even know. She helped my dad invest money. She helped him put a will together, get nursing home insurance, and the like…all things that us kids knew little about. She was so good to my dad. I will always love her for that alone.
My dad and Aunt Agnes became such a team. Agnes came with him often when he came to visit. They became the others’ “plus one”. In that theme, being my own mom had died young, Aunt Agnes acted as a grandma figure for them. She was great at it.
Together all through the fall, Dad and Aunt Agnes hit up every Lutefisk dinner in southern Minnesota. They both loved and were so proud of their Swedish heritage. Eating lutefisk was just part of all of that.
As a kid, I remember my Aunt Agnes often hosted a Christmas get-together. She was the glue that kept the family together. She always made sure there were Scandinavian foods for us to eat or try.
As she got older she gave me a few things that were my Grandma’s. My Grandma had died before I was born so I didn’t know her except through stories.
We did grab a sibling picture when we were all at the funeral. Left to right is my sister Judy, brothers, Jule, Jim and Jay and then me…
My Aunt Agnes was such a great person in my life. I’m so blessed that she was mine…I was blessed with great parents but along the way, other good people came into my life and my Aunt Agnes is right at the top of the list.