Mary Jeanne Duford Sisson
March 14, 1937 – April 12, 2013
Thank you all for your continued love and support
MOM
You were always there for me, thru a broken heart, or
a skinned knee,
You were loving and generous when I was not,
You’re patience with me should have been shot,
No matter what I did, you always forgave,
You waited for me to grow up and behave,
You were always funny and sarcastic;
Some of your one –liners were simply fantastic,
We loved playing games when you’d laugh till you’d cry,
And start all over again once our eyes were dry,
We took our road trips you and I, with no GPS and we
still got by,
We had fun out in the truck, no accidents or tickets,
you were my luck,
When your body became uncooperative and broken,
Rarely did we hear a complaint ever spoken,
We even loved the OCD, that made you tell us in which
lane we should be,
Even when you could not say what you thought,
A better sense of humor, could not be bought,
When I returned in December, although I tried to be
strong,
With changes so drastic, I cried before long,
You reached out and took my hand, making me feel
better,
I’m sure was your plan
I really thought you were pretty much done,
But before I knew it, another year had begun,
You really hung in there, so brave and so strong,
Your courage carrying you several more months long,
You got to meet your great grandson and he made you
smile,
We had some more laughs with you for a while,
A few more lunches, BBQ and a beer, split with a
friend whom you held so dear,
Soon I knew the time had come for you to move on,
I knew it would happen while I was gone,
I told you not to wait for me,
If there was some place you needed to be,
Soon I knew the time had come for you to move on,
I knew it would happen while I was gone,
I told you not to wait for me,
If there was some place you needed to be,
I hope you never again feel one once of pain,
That you’re basking in sunshine and playing in rain,
I will always remember my life with you beginning to
end,
My protector, my mother, and mostly my friend…
Love Always, Lori
Miss Me
When I come to the end of the
road and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little, but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once
shared, miss me but let me go.
For this journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It’s all part of the Master plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely
and sick of heart,
go to the friends we know
and bury your sorrows
in doing good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.
When I come to the end of the
road and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little, but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once
shared, miss me but let me go.
For this journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It’s all part of the Master plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely
and sick of heart,
go to the friends we know
and bury your sorrows
in doing good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.
Mary Jeanne is
survived by her husband of 53 years, Joe Sisson of Carlsbad, CA and her five
daughters Lisa (Bob) Obermeier of Chesterfield, MO, Lori (Paul) Brown of
Fallbrook, CA, Linda (Jeff Rude) Sisson
of Summit, NJ, Kari Sisson and Kristi Sisson both of
Encinitas, CA.
Jeanne will also be
missed by her wonderful grandchildren, Matt (Christina) Obermeier, Nicole
Boyer, Genna Boyer, Arianna (Nick Warrenfeltz) Obermeier, Taylor Obermeier, and
her two great grandchildren Ava Obermeier, and Ethan Obermeier.
Jeanne was preceded in
death by her parents Helen and Wilfred “Dukes” Duford, and her cousin Pete
Willenborg all of St. Louis, MO.
Jeanne graduated from
Clarke University, Dubuque, IA as an art major, who went on to teach. Jeanne married Joe Sisson in December of 1959
and raised her children primarily in Livonia, MI and St. Louis, MO.
Jeanne’s many
interests included playing piano and guitar, singing, traveling, and sun worshipping wherever and whenever she could.
Jeanne had a great sense of humor and would be up for any adventure!
Jeanne was stricken
with Parkinson’s Disease in her early 60’s, and never let it get her down too
much… the worse her disease became, the better her sense of humor became. Her daughters believe that they laughed with
her more in the last four years than any other time. Jeanne’s body was tired, but her mind was
sharp, and she always looked for occasions in which to find humor.
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