Untitled Free Verse
By Laurie Gronlund, 1989
I am a tapestry of all the people
Who have touched my life.
Good or bad, they've given me something
And I hope that I've given in return.
Rainbow people, in pastel hues,
Lend me their calm tranquility,
Their love of all things that the sun
Kisses with golden hand.
People of vibrant purples and reds
Offer passion and conviction in their beliefs and causes.
So many different colored threads to be woven,
Day by day and warp by warp.
I hope when my work is finally over
And I can show the end result,
That I have done justice to you all
And the wonderful gifts you've given me.
Laura Lynn Gronlund
1964 - 2003
Laurie passed away on February 25, 2003, at 6:30AM CST in Grapevine, TX after a brave battle with cancer which lasted more than two years.
Born May 13, 1964, in Chicago, Ill., Laurie enjoyed reading, writing, watching hockey and big, slobbery dogs. She was a "good egg" whose life was an adventure she always cherished. Whether up or down, Laurie tackled life with a genuine passion and a multi-faceted sense of humor, which she always held dear. Her father, Ralph Gronlund, preceded her in death in 1992.
Laurie asked that, in lieu of flowers, contributions be made to
From the Great Dane Rescue web site:
Unity Church of Northeast Tarrant County
A note from Laurie's mother, Mary:
To everyone who ever had a good wish for her;
I've told you many times how much you meant to her. When her life became chemo and radiation and she lost contact with so many physical friends, you stepped up and became her very real friends, her family. She rejoiced with you, she shared your sorrows. She talked about you as if you she saw you daily, because she did. Her excitement over finding just the right gifts for her secret pals, just the right holiday cards for the card exchange was huge. I believe she was filled with more fun writing her cards and mailing them than she was with our family gift exchange.
I believe the reason she could feel so close to all of you, and you to her, is on a spirit level there is no time or distance and that's the level on which you were communicating. Taking that thought a step further, even though her physical body is no longer with us, her spirit is and communication doesn't have to end, it just has to adjust. My job now is to learn how to "be" without having her to laugh with, to argue with, to wonder at, to worry over. It's a hard job, indeed. But, on a clear night, I can still point out the "silver slipper" moon she loved so well and so can you.
With love and admiration,
The Moes had sponsored a memorial guestbook
The Secret Pal Entries written for Laurie:
(If you have anything you'd like to contribute, please Sara with "Laurie" in the subject line.)