In Celebration of Grandma Phyllis

There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under the heavens:

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance...

Ecclesiastes 3:1-4

We had a beautiful service today to celebrate the life of Scott's Grandma Phyllis. Sitting in the church, you could feel the love of family and friends radiating from the pews. One thing that was said about Grandma was that "she was the cornerstone of the family, the glue holding them all together." Although she's left this earthly world, her strength and values have been passed down through the generations. As her granddaughter-in-law, I am very honored to be a part of this family and I look forward to passing on these values to our future children.

The following is a photostory we made in celebration of Grandma Phyllis' life.



I encourage everyone to take time to enjoy your loved ones and spend time with one another. I promise there will be a day when you're so glad you did.

Love, 

   Lacie & Scott 

The Home She Built

On the first beautiful sunny day of June, God called home another angel ~ Scott's Grandma Phyllis. The following poem was written by Dale Ferguson, one of Grandma Phyllis' son-in-laws, in celebration of the woman she was and the legacy she left behind. 

The Home She Built

Before the Depression

Of brick and of stone

A house would be built

But not yet a home

A child, a daughter

A husband, then baby

In so many ways

The house was the lady

The house grew stronger

For the sisters and brothers

From the love and compassion

The shelter of mother

Treasures were hidden

In a family she raised

For all their grand children

The legacy she made

And in the end

She was never alone

But her final request

Was “Take me home.”

And in that house,

With family around

She departed this world

Without a sound

The house is now silent

But there’s stories in those walls

They’re kept with her family

And they echo down halls

They’re told when they gather

They’re felt when they pray

They’re shown in their actions

With people each day

They all have their houses

And homes to build

But the foundations they set

Were already filled

She’s still the structure

And they’re never alone

She’s now up there waiting

Until they all come Home