This is my beautiful sister.
Betty is the daughter of Wilbur Eugene Johnson and Audrey Elna Romines Worthington.
She is the full sister of Judith Elaine Johnson Mccormick , and both of these precious Angels are my half sisters, but we were never raised that way. Growing up I never knew what it meant and when I did, it certainly didn't change the bond we had with one another.
My mother raised us all very closely and if you've ever heard the saying; "Us 4 and no more" well that's the way it was in our home :o)
Sadly, when Betty was only 12 years old and Judy was 10, their father passed away around the age of 40.
Wilbur had fought for our country during WWII and was awarded with a purple heart due to a terrible head injury he received from shrapnel.
This injury left him with a metal plate and from that point on he suffered severely from headaches.
Betty was the oldest of us 3 girls and the mother of 2 beautiful daughters.
She was a fairly new grandmother and she proudly embraced coming into that stage of her life.
She really enjoyed being outdoors and she along with her husband had a trailer set up on a lake where every year she could hardly wait for spring to come, so she could go back to what she called her home away from home.
She talked so much about this place that my middle sister Judy and her family joined and later so did me and all my brood!
I have to say it ranks right up there with some of the best times I've ever had in my adult life.
She loved being out on the boat, riding in the golf cart parades, and most of all she loved the fire pit!
She said no one could build a fire like my husband back then and I'd have to agree with her.
We'd get our lawn chairs out and there would be 4 to sometimes 10 or more people gathered there most evenings.
We all talked and laughed and reminisced way into the night.
I really miss that time and wish somehow we could do it all over again.
About a year before she passed away Betty got pneumonia.
Her doctor suspected cancer but couldn't find anything. She went every 6 months for x-rays and blood work.
In January 1997 all was clear, but by that August it was determined that she had mesothelioma.
She started Kemo and after 2 months she developed a brain tumor. They radiated her brain, but 2 weeks later she developed another tumor so they stopped all treatments and they sent her home.
On November 10, at her request she received Christ and this was the last day she could speak with any of us and on November 14 she went home to be with the Lord.
Not many days go by that I don't think about those evenings spent around that firepit and I am so thankful for each one of them, but most of all I am thankful because I know when it's my turn I will see her again and that is worth a million memories spent here on earth.
Before I close, I want to tell this beautiful story about her so that maybe you will have a little insight to her personality and how really special, and fun, and caring she was to all of us...
In the Spring of 1998 Betty and her husband had planned on taking their family to Disney World, but a few months before that trip was to happen she found out that God had another plan for her life.
She still wanted desperately to be able to go to Disney World though, so she devised a plan...
Betty had our middle sister, Judy, take her out shopping to buy a new pair of black jeans, some new white tennis shoes, and a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt with the socks to match.
She also bought a white terry turban for her head, because she said that with all of her hair gone, she didn't want to be too cold when she arrived.
Then she asked that we please, please, please, bury her in this outfit, because she said that if there was any way possible, she was still going to be able to see that wonderful, magical place, and she wanted to be ready for it when she got there!
What a great sense of humor she had and what an even more treasured memory she left us with on that day.
I love you so much Betty Gene, and I hope that you have gotten very good use out of your Mickey Mouse gear.
And I know that if it was possible, you have.
Bless you throughout all eternity my sweet sister, as you rest in the most wonderful, magical place of all...
God's glorious presence.
******************************
You can read a little more about my family in a story that I have added to my Mother's memorial (Audrey Worthington) on 10/05/2005 here at FAG.
It is titled; "The True Road Home"
This true story was inspired by an oil painting that was done by my Mother, depicting the farm house where she was born and raised. This painting now hangs on the wall in front of my computer.
Betty is the daughter of Wilbur Eugene Johnson and Audrey Elna Romines Worthington.
She is the full sister of Judith Elaine Johnson Mccormick , and both of these precious Angels are my half sisters, but we were never raised that way. Growing up I never knew what it meant and when I did, it certainly didn't change the bond we had with one another.
My mother raised us all very closely and if you've ever heard the saying; "Us 4 and no more" well that's the way it was in our home :o)
Sadly, when Betty was only 12 years old and Judy was 10, their father passed away around the age of 40.
Wilbur had fought for our country during WWII and was awarded with a purple heart due to a terrible head injury he received from shrapnel.
This injury left him with a metal plate and from that point on he suffered severely from headaches.
Betty was the oldest of us 3 girls and the mother of 2 beautiful daughters.
She was a fairly new grandmother and she proudly embraced coming into that stage of her life.
She really enjoyed being outdoors and she along with her husband had a trailer set up on a lake where every year she could hardly wait for spring to come, so she could go back to what she called her home away from home.
She talked so much about this place that my middle sister Judy and her family joined and later so did me and all my brood!
I have to say it ranks right up there with some of the best times I've ever had in my adult life.
She loved being out on the boat, riding in the golf cart parades, and most of all she loved the fire pit!
She said no one could build a fire like my husband back then and I'd have to agree with her.
We'd get our lawn chairs out and there would be 4 to sometimes 10 or more people gathered there most evenings.
We all talked and laughed and reminisced way into the night.
I really miss that time and wish somehow we could do it all over again.
About a year before she passed away Betty got pneumonia.
Her doctor suspected cancer but couldn't find anything. She went every 6 months for x-rays and blood work.
In January 1997 all was clear, but by that August it was determined that she had mesothelioma.
She started Kemo and after 2 months she developed a brain tumor. They radiated her brain, but 2 weeks later she developed another tumor so they stopped all treatments and they sent her home.
On November 10, at her request she received Christ and this was the last day she could speak with any of us and on November 14 she went home to be with the Lord.
Not many days go by that I don't think about those evenings spent around that firepit and I am so thankful for each one of them, but most of all I am thankful because I know when it's my turn I will see her again and that is worth a million memories spent here on earth.
Before I close, I want to tell this beautiful story about her so that maybe you will have a little insight to her personality and how really special, and fun, and caring she was to all of us...
In the Spring of 1998 Betty and her husband had planned on taking their family to Disney World, but a few months before that trip was to happen she found out that God had another plan for her life.
She still wanted desperately to be able to go to Disney World though, so she devised a plan...
Betty had our middle sister, Judy, take her out shopping to buy a new pair of black jeans, some new white tennis shoes, and a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt with the socks to match.
She also bought a white terry turban for her head, because she said that with all of her hair gone, she didn't want to be too cold when she arrived.
Then she asked that we please, please, please, bury her in this outfit, because she said that if there was any way possible, she was still going to be able to see that wonderful, magical place, and she wanted to be ready for it when she got there!
What a great sense of humor she had and what an even more treasured memory she left us with on that day.
I love you so much Betty Gene, and I hope that you have gotten very good use out of your Mickey Mouse gear.
And I know that if it was possible, you have.
Bless you throughout all eternity my sweet sister, as you rest in the most wonderful, magical place of all...
God's glorious presence.
******************************
You can read a little more about my family in a story that I have added to my Mother's memorial (Audrey Worthington) on 10/05/2005 here at FAG.
It is titled; "The True Road Home"
This true story was inspired by an oil painting that was done by my Mother, depicting the farm house where she was born and raised. This painting now hangs on the wall in front of my computer.
This is my beautiful sister.
Betty is the daughter of Wilbur Eugene Johnson and Audrey Elna Romines Worthington.
She is the full sister of Judith Elaine Johnson Mccormick , and both of these precious Angels are my half sisters, but we were never raised that way. Growing up I never knew what it meant and when I did, it certainly didn't change the bond we had with one another.
My mother raised us all very closely and if you've ever heard the saying; "Us 4 and no more" well that's the way it was in our home :o)
Sadly, when Betty was only 12 years old and Judy was 10, their father passed away around the age of 40.
Wilbur had fought for our country during WWII and was awarded with a purple heart due to a terrible head injury he received from shrapnel.
This injury left him with a metal plate and from that point on he suffered severely from headaches.
Betty was the oldest of us 3 girls and the mother of 2 beautiful daughters.
She was a fairly new grandmother and she proudly embraced coming into that stage of her life.
She really enjoyed being outdoors and she along with her husband had a trailer set up on a lake where every year she could hardly wait for spring to come, so she could go back to what she called her home away from home.
She talked so much about this place that my middle sister Judy and her family joined and later so did me and all my brood!
I have to say it ranks right up there with some of the best times I've ever had in my adult life.
She loved being out on the boat, riding in the golf cart parades, and most of all she loved the fire pit!
She said no one could build a fire like my husband back then and I'd have to agree with her.
We'd get our lawn chairs out and there would be 4 to sometimes 10 or more people gathered there most evenings.
We all talked and laughed and reminisced way into the night.
I really miss that time and wish somehow we could do it all over again.
About a year before she passed away Betty got pneumonia.
Her doctor suspected cancer but couldn't find anything. She went every 6 months for x-rays and blood work.
In January 1997 all was clear, but by that August it was determined that she had mesothelioma.
She started Kemo and after 2 months she developed a brain tumor. They radiated her brain, but 2 weeks later she developed another tumor so they stopped all treatments and they sent her home.
On November 10, at her request she received Christ and this was the last day she could speak with any of us and on November 14 she went home to be with the Lord.
Not many days go by that I don't think about those evenings spent around that firepit and I am so thankful for each one of them, but most of all I am thankful because I know when it's my turn I will see her again and that is worth a million memories spent here on earth.
Before I close, I want to tell this beautiful story about her so that maybe you will have a little insight to her personality and how really special, and fun, and caring she was to all of us...
In the Spring of 1998 Betty and her husband had planned on taking their family to Disney World, but a few months before that trip was to happen she found out that God had another plan for her life.
She still wanted desperately to be able to go to Disney World though, so she devised a plan...
Betty had our middle sister, Judy, take her out shopping to buy a new pair of black jeans, some new white tennis shoes, and a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt with the socks to match.
She also bought a white terry turban for her head, because she said that with all of her hair gone, she didn't want to be too cold when she arrived.
Then she asked that we please, please, please, bury her in this outfit, because she said that if there was any way possible, she was still going to be able to see that wonderful, magical place, and she wanted to be ready for it when she got there!
What a great sense of humor she had and what an even more treasured memory she left us with on that day.
I love you so much Betty Gene, and I hope that you have gotten very good use out of your Mickey Mouse gear.
And I know that if it was possible, you have.
Bless you throughout all eternity my sweet sister, as you rest in the most wonderful, magical place of all...
God's glorious presence.
******************************
You can read a little more about my family in a story that I have added to my Mother's memorial (Audrey Worthington) on 10/05/2005 here at FAG.
It is titled; "The True Road Home"
This true story was inspired by an oil painting that was done by my Mother, depicting the farm house where she was born and raised. This painting now hangs on the wall in front of my computer.
Betty is the daughter of Wilbur Eugene Johnson and Audrey Elna Romines Worthington.
She is the full sister of Judith Elaine Johnson Mccormick , and both of these precious Angels are my half sisters, but we were never raised that way. Growing up I never knew what it meant and when I did, it certainly didn't change the bond we had with one another.
My mother raised us all very closely and if you've ever heard the saying; "Us 4 and no more" well that's the way it was in our home :o)
Sadly, when Betty was only 12 years old and Judy was 10, their father passed away around the age of 40.
Wilbur had fought for our country during WWII and was awarded with a purple heart due to a terrible head injury he received from shrapnel.
This injury left him with a metal plate and from that point on he suffered severely from headaches.
Betty was the oldest of us 3 girls and the mother of 2 beautiful daughters.
She was a fairly new grandmother and she proudly embraced coming into that stage of her life.
She really enjoyed being outdoors and she along with her husband had a trailer set up on a lake where every year she could hardly wait for spring to come, so she could go back to what she called her home away from home.
She talked so much about this place that my middle sister Judy and her family joined and later so did me and all my brood!
I have to say it ranks right up there with some of the best times I've ever had in my adult life.
She loved being out on the boat, riding in the golf cart parades, and most of all she loved the fire pit!
She said no one could build a fire like my husband back then and I'd have to agree with her.
We'd get our lawn chairs out and there would be 4 to sometimes 10 or more people gathered there most evenings.
We all talked and laughed and reminisced way into the night.
I really miss that time and wish somehow we could do it all over again.
About a year before she passed away Betty got pneumonia.
Her doctor suspected cancer but couldn't find anything. She went every 6 months for x-rays and blood work.
In January 1997 all was clear, but by that August it was determined that she had mesothelioma.
She started Kemo and after 2 months she developed a brain tumor. They radiated her brain, but 2 weeks later she developed another tumor so they stopped all treatments and they sent her home.
On November 10, at her request she received Christ and this was the last day she could speak with any of us and on November 14 she went home to be with the Lord.
Not many days go by that I don't think about those evenings spent around that firepit and I am so thankful for each one of them, but most of all I am thankful because I know when it's my turn I will see her again and that is worth a million memories spent here on earth.
Before I close, I want to tell this beautiful story about her so that maybe you will have a little insight to her personality and how really special, and fun, and caring she was to all of us...
In the Spring of 1998 Betty and her husband had planned on taking their family to Disney World, but a few months before that trip was to happen she found out that God had another plan for her life.
She still wanted desperately to be able to go to Disney World though, so she devised a plan...
Betty had our middle sister, Judy, take her out shopping to buy a new pair of black jeans, some new white tennis shoes, and a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt with the socks to match.
She also bought a white terry turban for her head, because she said that with all of her hair gone, she didn't want to be too cold when she arrived.
Then she asked that we please, please, please, bury her in this outfit, because she said that if there was any way possible, she was still going to be able to see that wonderful, magical place, and she wanted to be ready for it when she got there!
What a great sense of humor she had and what an even more treasured memory she left us with on that day.
I love you so much Betty Gene, and I hope that you have gotten very good use out of your Mickey Mouse gear.
And I know that if it was possible, you have.
Bless you throughout all eternity my sweet sister, as you rest in the most wonderful, magical place of all...
God's glorious presence.
******************************
You can read a little more about my family in a story that I have added to my Mother's memorial (Audrey Worthington) on 10/05/2005 here at FAG.
It is titled; "The True Road Home"
This true story was inspired by an oil painting that was done by my Mother, depicting the farm house where she was born and raised. This painting now hangs on the wall in front of my computer.
