There are journey’s that we all take.. Weather they are hard or pleasant one’s. This journey is not like any other, but in love and style just the same.. There are times in your life that you have to find out who you really are and, keep things in perspective and of Major Priority. Mom has had a wonderfully successful journey in life and as everyone has to deal with…. hard times that may arise.. She was a fighter, and never gave up on herself or anyone for that matter.. . She never had anything bad or misleading to say about anyone.. If there was someone that was in need, they would never go without… She would make sure that everyone was happy.. Because of her, I am able to fight for all those that can not fight on there own. I am so proud of her.. Because of her, and what God has done through her. I am able to 1. Choose the battles that come. Fight them with all heart, soul and passion.. And, giving all the glory to God. Yet, there are times where a battle will come and we have no other option but… to stand… Believe and fight!!!
She is now in the arms of Jesus. ..Hearing the words Well done good and faithful servant.. She is also Running through the fields of sunflowers. Her Favorite flower. She is at peace and there is no more pain.. No more suffering. She knew Jesus.. She was saved.. and I am going to be with her soon..
Yes, Mom was a fighter..
there were many of battle that came her way that did not move her.. She was adored by many.. There was never a person in need that went without.. If they did not get and feel love from someone that was close to them, My Mom made sure that was corrected.. I am going to miss her sorely until I am able to meet up with her again and Jesus.
Please Pray for us Mom.. along side Jesus.. We all need it now more then ever..
In Christ, there are no goodbyes
And in Christ, there is no end
So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
~~~Mercy Me
All is Well
'Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I,… and…. you are you…. and the old life that we lived so fondly together is
Untouched….unchanged…..
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play,
smile,
think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity…. What is this death?…. but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an Interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!'
What is Dying?!
A ship sails,
and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon,
and someone at my side says
She is gone
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large now as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says she is gone,
there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon
and other voices take up a glad shout:
There she comes!
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further
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Mama Jeanne
April 9, 2012 at 2:12 pm by Pat
On Saturday at Greenfield Hill Congregational Church, I
bid farewell to “Mama Jeanne,” who died April 2 at the age of 80.
Mama Jeanne was Jeanne Elsasser, one of the nicest people I have ever met in my life. For those of you who are longtime readers of the Fairfield Citizen, perhaps you remember her. I certainly know that many in the real estate community recall the round-faced, tall woman who handled their listings, which appeared every Friday in the newspaper.
Since the early 1980s – in the office on South Benson or the temporary one at Heritage Square or the permanent one on Carter Henry — Jeanne handled the customer service for the classified and real estate ads. In those days, customers regularly stopped into the office to place their ads, unlike now where everything is done over the phone. She eventually became the manager of the real estate directory, working closely with the agents and with the newspaper’s production department. I remember vividly seeing her hunched over her desk placing copies of photos and text on the dummies or mechanicals, as they were called. But prior to getting even to that point, Jeanne met with the majority of the realtors, who would sit beside her desk, go over their ads for the coming week and then relax and catch up on family, gossip and town affairs.
And that was the best part about Jeanne – she always made you feel important because she was interested in your life.
My relationship with Jeanne was like that of mother and daughter. I think she was a little unsure of me when I was appointed the editor of the newspaper in 1986. But as the years went on, we became close and I often turned to her for help or advice. And we had a lot of fun – and laughs. Jeanne loved to laugh, and if you got her going, well, look out. She would go into uncontrollable laughter if something struck her particularly funny.
We also were lunch buddies, especially if we had a craving for something off the menu at Breakaway, where Martel is located now. I regularly ordered its grilled chicken sandwich with pesto mayonnaise and Jeanne always got the chicken wings. I usually did the pickup and delivery after Jeanne would place the order. I can hear her on the phone saying she wanted the chicken wings – “the part that flies.” I smile as I think of that memory. And here’s another interesting tidbit about Jeanne – she loved pretzels. But as I came to find out later, she rarely ate the pretzel and instead just sucked the salt off of them. Dozens of pretzels could be found in the waste basket at her desk.
Jeanne was a great cook – and hospitable. She and her husband Art often opened up their Fallow Field Road house in Greenfield Hill to the newspaper staff. Their beautiful home with the built-in swimming pool was the scene of many a party, and Jeanne made all of the food. Oh, and they also had a boat, which they used regularly, including watching the annual Fairfield fireworks display from Long Island Sound.
When the process of coordinating the real estate advertising section changed – Jeanne was going to have to actually go out and sell ads – she and Art decided it was time to retire. So they sold their Fairfield house and headed to Sanibel Island, where they lived for a number of years until returning to Connecticut and living with their daughter and son-in-law in a specially built apartment for them.
That hospitality that was at Jeanne’s core continued when they moved to the island. One time when my friend Cathy and I vacationed in Naples, Fla., we decided to take a side trip to see Jeanne and Art. We expected to spend a few hours with them, but it ended being an overnight stay. Jeanne made us dinner, then provided us with our own accommodations in a wing of their house – separate bedrooms and bath. What a treat. I will never forget it.
The memorial service for Jeanne on Saturday was a simple tribute to a woman who lived a simple life – family, friends, fun. And lots of love.
