EDR's passing

A year before her death, she wrote:

By the grace of God I am now in my 93rd year. I am content and, although weakened by a stroke, I have an easy worry-free old age without much pain. I am lying in my bed like a great lady well cared for and well fed, thanks to the good Canadian government, which provides us old people with an old-age pension. May God’s blessing and guidance accompany the dignitaries in Ottawa, who are connected with this.

I would like a simple inexpensive funeral. I remember my dear husband's very simple funeral on June 18m 1945 in the Polish internment camp in Sassenfeld. Only Val and I made up his funeral procession to a Catholic cemetery. We covered his serene face with wild flowers.

Evangeline died peacefully on March 12, 1966 in her home in Winnipeg. My aunt Frieda and my brother Robert were with her. She was 92 years and 9 months old.

Aunt Frieda wrote this after her mother’s death:

“She loved Psalm 103 especially and she had read it out loud several times after New Year. It expresses so well her frame of mind and her attitude. Always thankful, always ready to praise God, she humbly entrusted everything to Him. The words: Jesus is victor! Hung on the wall in her room, and even on her sickbed she said that that was the best Name. She often concluded her letters with the words, “Jesus is victor!” I didn’t understand sometimes why she would put it there when it wasn’t really connected with what was written above it. However, in living with her I soon observed that this was the center of her life: in Him, in His strength, she was able to overcome many difficulties,”