Saturday, September 27, 2014
My grandmother, Helen Johnson put the kind of care and service into everything and everybody around her, that God put into his creation of the rose. Selflessly she worked for and loved her family. She was always there for me, her grandson; her cooking, she labored over creating the best home-cooked meals I've ever had. Her apple-strudel was home-made as was everything else and you could actually taste the love and care in the strudel. I used to roll it around in my mouth, not wanting to swallow it. She was moral, spiritual and an active Catholic attending St. Paul's church in Joliet. My joy is to remember the love she had for her husband, my grandfather Richard Johnson who annualy planned a vacation to Europe and elsewhere. He died much earlier than she. One of the worst moments in my life was when a drunk driver hit them, crippling Richard and for the most part ending their activity. They were returning from a restaraunt and she, bless her heart had a doggie bag full of bones etc,. for my dog. She was selfless, truly a rare woman and I will always remember her as such. She was Christ-like, altruistic and faithfully happy when she was among family. I will never forget the kind of woman she was. I am comforted with her passing. I know she has reunited with something better... something as perfect and as deserving as her apple-strudel.
