Posted in the Everett Herald today, September 19th.
http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/heraldnet/obituary.aspx?n=claudine-nina-jorgensen-lorrie&pid=145504088
One correction/typo to note: she was defiantly "one-of-a-kind!" - should read she was definitely "one-of-a-kind!"
We sure miss her...yep, we sure do!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Poems for Lorrie's Friends & Family
Written for Steven, husband~1984
You are my light in my darkness of my mind.
You light my way through all my frightened dreams & cold yesterdays.
You are my light that brings on many tomorrows & clears away of all my sorrow.
Written for Juanita, daughter ~2002
Time and time again you can be told words of love, but do you ever hear those words,
that say I LOVE YOU!
Written for Victor B. Malkowski, in rememberence of his Son, Ernest David, from a mother who loved him~2003
My ashes were sent off to in the waters of our mother, the earth, who bears all creatures.
My ashes were sent off to be with my brothers, the fish, whose bodies gleam in the sunlight.
My ashes were sent off to be with my creator, who makes all things big and small alike.
My ashes were sent off to with love in my Father's heart and tears in my Father's eyes.
Writen for daughter, Lauralei~1987
Oh Lauralei, sweet Lauralei, you are so beautiful to me, you are like a mermaid out upon the sea. Oh Lauralei, sweet Lauralei do you sing a siren's song, or to me do you belong. Oh Lauraleit, sweet Lauralei do you sit upon the rocks in the water there, do you sing to ship passing in air. Oh Lauralei, sweet Lauralei.
Written for Stephanie, 1978
My Little Girl
There is my little girl whose mind is in a whirl, See her spin & see her twirl.
She runs with hair a flying, she turns on a smile without even trying.
She is fair & she is fine, she will always be mine.
Hair so blonde & skin a shine, that wonderous little girl of mine.
Written for Douglas, Son, 1979
I keep waiting for a ride up there to see your face light up with Joy & Care, then we'll sit in ole' straight back chair while we talk and visit awhile. You see me grin & I see you smile, then I'll leave after awhile.
Written for Douglas, Son 1988
God put some people here to sing their songs, God put some people here to do their dancing. Got put some people here to till their the lands, God put some people here to work with their hands. Go put me here to do all those things & love to you my son and hope for you my and all this brings.
Written for Steven, husband, 1985
You are perfect in my eyes, just the same as sunny skies. You can do no wrong, to me you belong.
Written for Grace, Mother-in-Law, 1985
A Mother
A mother is warm, sunny & bright, a mother loves you at first sight. A mother tucks you in bed at night, a mother is one you love with all your might.
Written for herself, Lorrie
Granny
Once upon a time there was a smokin-tokin granny a sittin in her rockin chair,
She was so high, she thought she was on a rocket ship, going up to the sky,
But there she sits and it's all a lie.
Written for Stacie Lee, Grandaughter 1992
Shining Star of my life, your bright eyes & sunny smiles bring light to my heart & eyes. You are a treasure, my heart's desire and your special beauty is that of which I will never tire.
Written in Rememberence of George Jorgensen, Father-in-Law
My Father's Funeral
My father lay in a casket one grey and dreary day, all his friends had come from miles around to have their say. We all stood above him with tears and love in our eyes, everyone praying for his passing byes. We placed his favorite hat there upon his chest, we pressed it down lovingly upone his breast. The preacher prayed and said his words, his voice was like a thousand firey swords. Songs were sung in a beautiful voice, song that said, Oh, Lord he didn't die by choice." My mother, brothers, and sister were there along with me, all of us thinking our father is free, then came the geese to carry his spirit and angels are singing & can't you hear it.
Written for herself~Lorrie
On the Road~1978
As I travel along lifes lonely ole' road, I'll never fail to carry my load.
I carry my tent upon my back, a silver sword & old brown pack,
Of friends and fools I'll never lack.
Then I'll settle down and rest a spell, come listen to the songs & stories I tell.
SAY~2003
When I am dying, what will you say.
When I am Dead, what will you say.
Will you say, "Hey, Mom, I wish I had said I love you."
Will you say, "Hey, Mom, I wish I had called more often."
Will you say, "Hey, Mom, I wish I had kissed or hugged you more often."
Will you say, "Hey, Mom, I wish you were here again."
Were you Mine~1993
Were you mine, were you mine, did you touch my hand, were you mine.
Were you mine , were you here If only only for a moment in time
Were you mine, were you mine, were you here or only a dream in my mind.
Were you mine, were you mine.
1979
Smile at a stranger & he'll be a stranger no more.
Smile at an enemy & there will be no war.
Written for the Seattle Supersonics Basketball Team~1980
Our Great Seattle Super Sonics, they don't have super bionics.
Nor do they take super tonics, but they are our Wonderous Thunderous Supersonics!
When you want me~2006
When you want me, pretend I am standing right next to you.
When you need me, pretend I am standing right next to you.
When you want a hug, pretend my arms are around you & I am standing right next to you.
When I go from this life, pretend I am standing right next to you, because I really am.
You are my light in my darkness of my mind.
You light my way through all my frightened dreams & cold yesterdays.
You are my light that brings on many tomorrows & clears away of all my sorrow.
Written for Juanita, daughter ~2002
Time and time again you can be told words of love, but do you ever hear those words,
that say I LOVE YOU!
Written for Victor B. Malkowski, in rememberence of his Son, Ernest David, from a mother who loved him~2003
My ashes were sent off to in the waters of our mother, the earth, who bears all creatures.
My ashes were sent off to be with my brothers, the fish, whose bodies gleam in the sunlight.
My ashes were sent off to be with my creator, who makes all things big and small alike.
My ashes were sent off to with love in my Father's heart and tears in my Father's eyes.
Writen for daughter, Lauralei~1987
Oh Lauralei, sweet Lauralei, you are so beautiful to me, you are like a mermaid out upon the sea. Oh Lauralei, sweet Lauralei do you sing a siren's song, or to me do you belong. Oh Lauraleit, sweet Lauralei do you sit upon the rocks in the water there, do you sing to ship passing in air. Oh Lauralei, sweet Lauralei.
Written for Stephanie, daughter, 1978
I speak to you of many things, golden ships and butterfly wings, monkey's talils and sparkling rings. I tell you of mermaids and giants in the sky & of all the fairytales that never die.
Written for Stephanie, 1978
My Little Girl
There is my little girl whose mind is in a whirl, See her spin & see her twirl.
She runs with hair a flying, she turns on a smile without even trying.
She is fair & she is fine, she will always be mine.
Hair so blonde & skin a shine, that wonderous little girl of mine.
Written for Douglas, Son, 1979
I keep waiting for a ride up there to see your face light up with Joy & Care, then we'll sit in ole' straight back chair while we talk and visit awhile. You see me grin & I see you smile, then I'll leave after awhile.
Written for Douglas, Son 1988
God put some people here to sing their songs, God put some people here to do their dancing. Got put some people here to till their the lands, God put some people here to work with their hands. Go put me here to do all those things & love to you my son and hope for you my and all this brings.
Written for Steven, husband, 1985
You are perfect in my eyes, just the same as sunny skies. You can do no wrong, to me you belong.
Written for Grace, Mother-in-Law, 1985
A Mother
A mother is warm, sunny & bright, a mother loves you at first sight. A mother tucks you in bed at night, a mother is one you love with all your might.
Written for herself, Lorrie
Granny
Once upon a time there was a smokin-tokin granny a sittin in her rockin chair,
She was so high, she thought she was on a rocket ship, going up to the sky,
But there she sits and it's all a lie.
Written for Stacie Lee, Grandaughter 1992
Shining Star of my life, your bright eyes & sunny smiles bring light to my heart & eyes. You are a treasure, my heart's desire and your special beauty is that of which I will never tire.
Written in Rememberence of George Jorgensen, Father-in-Law
My Father's Funeral
My father lay in a casket one grey and dreary day, all his friends had come from miles around to have their say. We all stood above him with tears and love in our eyes, everyone praying for his passing byes. We placed his favorite hat there upon his chest, we pressed it down lovingly upone his breast. The preacher prayed and said his words, his voice was like a thousand firey swords. Songs were sung in a beautiful voice, song that said, Oh, Lord he didn't die by choice." My mother, brothers, and sister were there along with me, all of us thinking our father is free, then came the geese to carry his spirit and angels are singing & can't you hear it.
Written for herself~Lorrie
On the Road~1978
As I travel along lifes lonely ole' road, I'll never fail to carry my load.
I carry my tent upon my back, a silver sword & old brown pack,
Of friends and fools I'll never lack.
Then I'll settle down and rest a spell, come listen to the songs & stories I tell.
SAY~2003
When I am dying, what will you say.
When I am Dead, what will you say.
Will you say, "Hey, Mom, I wish I had said I love you."
Will you say, "Hey, Mom, I wish I had called more often."
Will you say, "Hey, Mom, I wish I had kissed or hugged you more often."
Will you say, "Hey, Mom, I wish you were here again."
Were you Mine~1993
Were you mine, were you mine, did you touch my hand, were you mine.
Were you mine , were you here If only only for a moment in time
Were you mine, were you mine, were you here or only a dream in my mind.
Were you mine, were you mine.
1979
Smile at a stranger & he'll be a stranger no more.
Smile at an enemy & there will be no war.
Written for the Seattle Supersonics Basketball Team~1980
Our Great Seattle Super Sonics, they don't have super bionics.
Nor do they take super tonics, but they are our Wonderous Thunderous Supersonics!
When you want me~2006
When you want me, pretend I am standing right next to you.
When you need me, pretend I am standing right next to you.
When you want a hug, pretend my arms are around you & I am standing right next to you.
When I go from this life, pretend I am standing right next to you, because I really am.
Copy of Mom's Obituary
Claudine Nina Jorgensen"LORRIE"
Lorrie, of Marysville, Washington was 76 years young when she passed away at home, her husband, Steven, was at her side holding her hand, on the early morning of Sunday, September 5th, 2010. Lorrie suffered with Lung Disease & Leukemia.
Lorrie was born March 29th, 1934 in Los Angeles, California.
She is survived by many family members. Firstly, her "Sweetheart" and Husband, Steven Wayne Jorgensen, being happily married to him for over 41+ years; Marysville. Daughter, Stephanie Annette Seeds; husband William; three grandchildren, Stacie, Scott and Skylar; Granite Falls, WA. Mother-in-Law, whom she lovingly thought of as her own mother, Grace Jorgensen and in loving memory of her Father-in-Law, George Jorgensen; Sioux Falls, SD.
Lorrie had two marriages prior to her life with Steven.
Her first Marriage she had two children; survived by both. Son, Simeon Douglas Omeha; grandson, Sidney; Seattle, WA. Daughter, Violet Marie Fegan; grandchildren, Gabriel, Jacqueline; Harrisburg, PA.
During Lorrie's second Marriage she had five children and is survived by four.
Son, Victor Allen Malkowski; two granddaughters, Angela and Kathleen; St. Louis, MO
Son, Larry Dale Malkowski; wife Donna; St. Louis, MO
Daughter, Lauralei Binns; husband Jerry; four grandchildren, Michael, Dusty, Samuel and Veronica; Clayton, NC
Daughter, Juanita Maria Barry; husband Dave; four grandchildren, Stevie, David, Elizabeth and Sarah; Colorado Springs, CO
Preceded in death by a Son, Ernest David Malkowski; survived by four grandchildren, Tina, Lil' Ernie, Lil' Juanita and Brian.
Lorrie had much love to give and pass around, even if she didn't know you, she would try to make friends with you. Some of her most memorable and passionate interests that will be remembered include playing her Fender guitar and singing on the back porch, having a drink or two (she could make a great screwdriver!), writing poems & short stories, drawing pictures in charcoal pencil, crewel embroidery, crocheting colorful blankets, macramé, crossword puzzles, camping, fishing, being outdoors, going to swap meets, gardening, playing online and e-mailing her pen-pal friends. Lorrie will always be remembered for her many collections; stamps, key chains, buttons, driftwood, pipes, Mickey Mouse, knives/swords and buying many unusual things at garage sales. May it also be known that Lorrie always loved fried chicken!
Lorrie’s lifetime dream, upon her death, was to have her body donated to the Willed Body Program at the University of Washington in Seattle. She was accepted and this dream of hers was fulfilled! Lorrie’s wishes were not to have a funeral or a memorial.
Written by Lorrie in 2006
~Standing Right Next to You~
When you want me, pretend I am standing right next to you,
When you need me, pretend I am standing right next to you,
When you want a hug, pretend my arms are around you and I’m standing right next to you,
When I go from this life, pretend I am standing right next to you, because I really am.
When you need me, pretend I am standing right next to you,
When you want a hug, pretend my arms are around you and I’m standing right next to you,
When I go from this life, pretend I am standing right next to you, because I really am.
On behalf of Lorrie and family we would have also like to give a big heartfelt thanks to her Hospice Nurse, Suzanne and her Caregiver, Jill for all of their support during a most difficult time in her life.
As Lorrie would say, “Vaya Con Dios!!”
Monday, September 6, 2010
~Sunday, September 5th~
~Sunday, September 5th - Mom slept in this morning, she passed away around 6:10 am
William and I went over Saturday morning, around 1130. William helped Dad move a few heavy objects to the new apartment and I stayed with Mom....Skylar was at his friend's house. We left around 330pm. Dad called me back Saturday evening around 700pm and said I might want to come back over. Mom doesn't sound good, she was gasping short shallow breaths and not responding to him. I went over and spent a few hours sitting w/her and Dad. I lit up her candle and put her little sweet gifts around it. I got a cold washcloth and put it on her forehead and temples. I kept getting the washcloth cold and putting it on the palms of her hands and behind her neck...I was hoping to get some response. Dad had called Hospice and they advised him to give her a double dose of her morphine, he did and it didn't do anything to help, so they said give her one more dose; that didn't do anything either. Next, they said to give her a smashed up Lorazapam pill and liquid morphine in a spoon and put it under her tongue. When I brought the spoon, I said to her, "I am giving you some medicine to go under your tongue" and she lifted her tongue up and took the medicine. She still had alot of crackling and short gasps of air, so I took her "inhaler" and when she breathed in I gave her a couple puffs. She seemed to settle down with the crackling "rattle" sound some and seemed to be resting peacefully now. A Hospice Nurse showed up and said she probably wouldn't wake up again and would most likely stay in a coma like sleep (but, we heard that before, but this time we sorta knew she was right).
I sat with mom, rubbed her arm and held her hand feeling her pulse until I left. I covered her up good and told her what a good woman she is. I left around 10:30, I think.
I woke up on Sunday, leaned over and grabbed my cell phone and called my Dad. He said he doesn't think he can find a pulse and he doesn't think she is breathing. I got up...and was out the door within a matter of minutes. I arrived and Mom was not breathing and she had no pulse, she was still warm, but not breathing anymore. We stood there in shock for a little bit and then I just loved on my mom and covered her up to keep her warm.
Dad called Hospice and advised them that she was gone. Mom's long time dream was to always have her body donated to science to help other people learn about the human body. She was signed up with the Willed Body Program at the University of Washington. The UW came and picked her up after a couple of hours of being notified this morning. Such a selfless act, that is what she was known for.
I stayed with my Dad until around 630pm~We packed up some of the glassware in the Living Room and reminisced. A long time family friend, Kim, came over to see us for awhile too. It was a really sad day knowing that we will not be able to see her or talk to her or hear her anymore.
Monday, Septemeber 6th~Dad came over for Dinner :)
- I do want to thank everyone for the warm wishes and condolences. Mom Lorrie was One-of-a-kind ;) THANK YOU.
Poems by Mom - Lorrie Jorgensen
Just a few thoughts
~Just a few thoughts traveling through my head, Sometimes I wish they were out instead. Oh, that I could write them all down, Instead of acting like a clown. All the things I want to say, but there inside my head they stay.
~We are all God's Children and for him we must strive to be the best we can throughout our whole life.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Deep Sleeping lately...
The last few days have kinda been blurred into one. Today is Sept 1st for me, but I will probably post this tomorrow.
August 30th-Monday~I don't think I went over today...that's right, I worked on my yard.
August 31st-Tuesday~Hmmmm, that was only yesterday....Oh yes, Skylar and I went over. I helped Dad move a few things from dining room to spare room, wall hangings and such. Dad got his approval for the apartment in Arlington. Mom hasn't been opening her eyes much the last couple days. I brought a little heart candle holder and a few candles for mom.
September 1st-Wednesday~It's a new month :) Mom slept most all day on this day, barely spoke at all. I went over in the morning w/Skylar for awhile and she had the "rattle breathing" pretty badly. Dad took Skylar over to Target to buy a Pokemon toy...that was nice :) Skylar is such a trooper! I came back around 730-800pm and sat w/mom for awhile, a couple of times it seemed like she really wanted to talk, but couldn't. I just sat there and held her hand and told her, "everyone is fine, everyone is good." (She was probably trying to tell me to shut up and quit rubbing her arm and hand.....lol)
September 2nd-Thursday~Dad called me at 8:15am and said keeps telling him, "it's time, it's time" and pointing at her Mickey Mouse watch....then Dad realized her oxygen machine was unplugged!! He thinks maybe the dog was chasing a "rat" and got the cord unplugged...poor mom~!! She was coherant and I talked to her for a bit...her "rattled breathing" sounded pretty bad, Dad gave her some secretion dry up medicine, but he said it didn't really do anything to help yet. I was able to have Skylar go to his friend's house for the day and I am now headed up to visit.
~One of Mom's Poems~
We have sent food to a distant land, we have fed our brethren, we have fed other man, we must now send food to our own Glorious land, we must feed our own USA man.
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