In your lifetime, you will have lots of adopted grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins; today, Mommy wants to tell you about one of her adopted grandmothers who is now in heaven: a very special lady named Helen.
When Mommy was an undergraduate at IUP, she sang in the choir at Zion Lutheran Church. Helen, a fellow alto and a sprite, young octogenarian, sat next to her, shared music with her and generally filled her in on what was going on. One day, the church had a mother-daughter luncheon and Helen asked Mommy to be her “daughter” for the day. Helen’s kids were all boys, you see, and she probably realized that Mommy was feeling homesick. The relationship continued over the next couple years. At graduation, your Grandma Betty stayed at her house. When Mommy and Daddy went to Aunt Lindsey’s wedding, Helen was Daddy’s date while Mommy was busy being a bridesmaid.
If you had been able to meet Helen, you would have noticed how the world was sunnier when she was around: warm, gentle, comforting, energetic and cheerful. She was quick to smile and had that aura of a favorite elementary school teacher (you’ll recognize this when you see it)–which she had been. Even though Mommy will miss her very much and is sad she won’t get to see her when she goes to Pittsburgh in October, Mommy knows that Helen was very blessed with the 93 years that she had. Oh, that you might have such a life and have people like her in it!
Helen Russell of Indiana, PA: 1909-August 23, 2012