Leona married Samuel Brown August 5, 1939 in Ferndale, Oakland Co., Michigan
Leona and Sam had three children, 8 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren
At the memorial service for Leona on December 09, 2012 the following was written and spoken by her Grandson Brent Plaxton.
On Saturday November 17th as I was driving home from work on the expressway, I looked in the rear-view mirror as I passed under Greenfield rd. and was overcome with a sense of mortality, not for any specific reason – I just suddenly felt this feeling come over me. I began to think to myself, " I would have been driving under 25' of dirt right now if this was back when grandma was a little girl living a short distance away, my how time and progress have changed the landscape so drastically from her time. I had one of the few grandmas who was older than stainless steel and zippers, that's a long time… and a lot of progress in one person's life, wow how things must have changed in her lifetime." … I came to my exit on the expressway and the feeling faded away into the day as other matters required attention and time moved on.
Later that night I came to the realization that I was no longer a grandson (all my Grandparents have died), and time was not going to slow down for me... I came into this world as a great-grandson, a grandson, a son and brother and very slowly those titles have passed in the rear-view mirror on the road of time. At roughly 14 years old, I stopped being a great-grandson when Leona's father (my great-grandpa Jones) passed. At 31 I added adjectives to my name by becoming a husband and father (and doubled down on the father title 4 years later). Now at 44 I have lost the description of grandson. It is with great sadness, honor and eternal gratitude that I move forward though life.
I am saddened by the loss of the last of my grandparents. I regret not spending more time getting to know my grandparents better and about their lives before me,… before my parents,… back when they were someone's great-grandson and brother or sister. I weep for the loss of yet another ray of light and goodness in the darkness of the universe. I feel sad because I am human, because I love with all my heart unconditionally and because time moves forward,… further away from my points of light in the rear view mirror.
I am honored to have been blessed with such a great family and such wonderful grandparents. I am honored to have been called "grandson" by such loving and caring grandparents. My (our) grandparents were my (our) heroes, there was never a time in my life when I wasn't glad and overjoyed to see them. They were always fun in my eyes, whether it was throwing change into the deep end of the pool for us kids to dive after, teaching us how to golf, how to split wood, how to build a model, or shoot a .22. They encouraged our dreams and foolishness and patiently listened to our comings and goings. I believe this was actually for a great laugh on their part after I had left the room, I assumed they laughed to themselves and thought of the relationship between them and my parents (long ago) and my parents and me… what goes around, comes around…
I am eternally grateful for the time I was able to spend with my grandparents, and will cherish those memories of my grandparents for the rest of my life until I fade away in the distance in someone else's rear-view mirror on that never slowing, never ending, and never bending road of life.
God rest your soul Grandma
Leona and Sam had three children, 8 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren
At the memorial service for Leona on December 09, 2012 the following was written and spoken by her Grandson Brent Plaxton.
On Saturday November 17th as I was driving home from work on the expressway, I looked in the rear-view mirror as I passed under Greenfield rd. and was overcome with a sense of mortality, not for any specific reason – I just suddenly felt this feeling come over me. I began to think to myself, " I would have been driving under 25' of dirt right now if this was back when grandma was a little girl living a short distance away, my how time and progress have changed the landscape so drastically from her time. I had one of the few grandmas who was older than stainless steel and zippers, that's a long time… and a lot of progress in one person's life, wow how things must have changed in her lifetime." … I came to my exit on the expressway and the feeling faded away into the day as other matters required attention and time moved on.
Later that night I came to the realization that I was no longer a grandson (all my Grandparents have died), and time was not going to slow down for me... I came into this world as a great-grandson, a grandson, a son and brother and very slowly those titles have passed in the rear-view mirror on the road of time. At roughly 14 years old, I stopped being a great-grandson when Leona's father (my great-grandpa Jones) passed. At 31 I added adjectives to my name by becoming a husband and father (and doubled down on the father title 4 years later). Now at 44 I have lost the description of grandson. It is with great sadness, honor and eternal gratitude that I move forward though life.
I am saddened by the loss of the last of my grandparents. I regret not spending more time getting to know my grandparents better and about their lives before me,… before my parents,… back when they were someone's great-grandson and brother or sister. I weep for the loss of yet another ray of light and goodness in the darkness of the universe. I feel sad because I am human, because I love with all my heart unconditionally and because time moves forward,… further away from my points of light in the rear view mirror.
I am honored to have been blessed with such a great family and such wonderful grandparents. I am honored to have been called "grandson" by such loving and caring grandparents. My (our) grandparents were my (our) heroes, there was never a time in my life when I wasn't glad and overjoyed to see them. They were always fun in my eyes, whether it was throwing change into the deep end of the pool for us kids to dive after, teaching us how to golf, how to split wood, how to build a model, or shoot a .22. They encouraged our dreams and foolishness and patiently listened to our comings and goings. I believe this was actually for a great laugh on their part after I had left the room, I assumed they laughed to themselves and thought of the relationship between them and my parents (long ago) and my parents and me… what goes around, comes around…
I am eternally grateful for the time I was able to spend with my grandparents, and will cherish those memories of my grandparents for the rest of my life until I fade away in the distance in someone else's rear-view mirror on that never slowing, never ending, and never bending road of life.
God rest your soul Grandma
Leona married Samuel Brown August 5, 1939 in Ferndale, Oakland Co., Michigan
Leona and Sam had three children, 8 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren
At the memorial service for Leona on December 09, 2012 the following was written and spoken by her Grandson Brent Plaxton.
On Saturday November 17th as I was driving home from work on the expressway, I looked in the rear-view mirror as I passed under Greenfield rd. and was overcome with a sense of mortality, not for any specific reason – I just suddenly felt this feeling come over me. I began to think to myself, " I would have been driving under 25' of dirt right now if this was back when grandma was a little girl living a short distance away, my how time and progress have changed the landscape so drastically from her time. I had one of the few grandmas who was older than stainless steel and zippers, that's a long time… and a lot of progress in one person's life, wow how things must have changed in her lifetime." … I came to my exit on the expressway and the feeling faded away into the day as other matters required attention and time moved on.
Later that night I came to the realization that I was no longer a grandson (all my Grandparents have died), and time was not going to slow down for me... I came into this world as a great-grandson, a grandson, a son and brother and very slowly those titles have passed in the rear-view mirror on the road of time. At roughly 14 years old, I stopped being a great-grandson when Leona's father (my great-grandpa Jones) passed. At 31 I added adjectives to my name by becoming a husband and father (and doubled down on the father title 4 years later). Now at 44 I have lost the description of grandson. It is with great sadness, honor and eternal gratitude that I move forward though life.
I am saddened by the loss of the last of my grandparents. I regret not spending more time getting to know my grandparents better and about their lives before me,… before my parents,… back when they were someone's great-grandson and brother or sister. I weep for the loss of yet another ray of light and goodness in the darkness of the universe. I feel sad because I am human, because I love with all my heart unconditionally and because time moves forward,… further away from my points of light in the rear view mirror.
I am honored to have been blessed with such a great family and such wonderful grandparents. I am honored to have been called "grandson" by such loving and caring grandparents. My (our) grandparents were my (our) heroes, there was never a time in my life when I wasn't glad and overjoyed to see them. They were always fun in my eyes, whether it was throwing change into the deep end of the pool for us kids to dive after, teaching us how to golf, how to split wood, how to build a model, or shoot a .22. They encouraged our dreams and foolishness and patiently listened to our comings and goings. I believe this was actually for a great laugh on their part after I had left the room, I assumed they laughed to themselves and thought of the relationship between them and my parents (long ago) and my parents and me… what goes around, comes around…
I am eternally grateful for the time I was able to spend with my grandparents, and will cherish those memories of my grandparents for the rest of my life until I fade away in the distance in someone else's rear-view mirror on that never slowing, never ending, and never bending road of life.
God rest your soul Grandma
Leona and Sam had three children, 8 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren
At the memorial service for Leona on December 09, 2012 the following was written and spoken by her Grandson Brent Plaxton.
On Saturday November 17th as I was driving home from work on the expressway, I looked in the rear-view mirror as I passed under Greenfield rd. and was overcome with a sense of mortality, not for any specific reason – I just suddenly felt this feeling come over me. I began to think to myself, " I would have been driving under 25' of dirt right now if this was back when grandma was a little girl living a short distance away, my how time and progress have changed the landscape so drastically from her time. I had one of the few grandmas who was older than stainless steel and zippers, that's a long time… and a lot of progress in one person's life, wow how things must have changed in her lifetime." … I came to my exit on the expressway and the feeling faded away into the day as other matters required attention and time moved on.
Later that night I came to the realization that I was no longer a grandson (all my Grandparents have died), and time was not going to slow down for me... I came into this world as a great-grandson, a grandson, a son and brother and very slowly those titles have passed in the rear-view mirror on the road of time. At roughly 14 years old, I stopped being a great-grandson when Leona's father (my great-grandpa Jones) passed. At 31 I added adjectives to my name by becoming a husband and father (and doubled down on the father title 4 years later). Now at 44 I have lost the description of grandson. It is with great sadness, honor and eternal gratitude that I move forward though life.
I am saddened by the loss of the last of my grandparents. I regret not spending more time getting to know my grandparents better and about their lives before me,… before my parents,… back when they were someone's great-grandson and brother or sister. I weep for the loss of yet another ray of light and goodness in the darkness of the universe. I feel sad because I am human, because I love with all my heart unconditionally and because time moves forward,… further away from my points of light in the rear view mirror.
I am honored to have been blessed with such a great family and such wonderful grandparents. I am honored to have been called "grandson" by such loving and caring grandparents. My (our) grandparents were my (our) heroes, there was never a time in my life when I wasn't glad and overjoyed to see them. They were always fun in my eyes, whether it was throwing change into the deep end of the pool for us kids to dive after, teaching us how to golf, how to split wood, how to build a model, or shoot a .22. They encouraged our dreams and foolishness and patiently listened to our comings and goings. I believe this was actually for a great laugh on their part after I had left the room, I assumed they laughed to themselves and thought of the relationship between them and my parents (long ago) and my parents and me… what goes around, comes around…
I am eternally grateful for the time I was able to spend with my grandparents, and will cherish those memories of my grandparents for the rest of my life until I fade away in the distance in someone else's rear-view mirror on that never slowing, never ending, and never bending road of life.
God rest your soul Grandma
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