My MorMor, Karin, not only gave me her name, but her love of poetry, flowers, music and most importantly – the Lord. She was a came over from Sweden, and became a nurse through Swedish Covenant Hospital. As missionary nurse to China she ended up losing her fiance due to illness and had to flee China for her life due to persecution and their laws changing. I truly thought she was EVERYTHING I wanted to be.
Unfortunately, I did not have the math skills to grasp chemistry which is a must to become a nurse – SIGH – oh well, I know that God was in control of even that dream. I was able to work off and on in the medical field for a number of years, and was a caregiver to several people besides (but that will be covered in a different posting).
I would live for the weekends when I could go to her house and spend time with her. She died when I was 14 – my world turned upside down. Singing at her funeral service was one of the hardest things I’d done up to that point in my life, but I felt the need to honor her , so when Grandpa GiGi asked me to sing a few songs, I said “yes.”