Sadly I report the loss of our mother, Rose Ficek, at her home in Kansas City. She completed her work on this beautiful earth just a few days after her 97th birthday. Being bedridden in her last weeks following a small stroke, she amazed and inspired us with her mental clarity, good-natured wit, and sweet disposition. As she put it, “I’m not sick, my body’s just wearing out.”
As happens to many who are bedridden, she had a hard time keeping track of the time. She always asked, “Is today Saturday?” She later explained that she felt as if it were Saturday, the day of preparation for The Lord’s Day—the day on which she would die.
Today her Sunday arrived.
Most of you know of her legendary horticultural skills. We like to think that from now on, our Rose will be tending God’s flower gardens. And this year they’ll be more spectacular than ever.