Elois Joens James

Elois Joens James May 23, 1931 ~ May 2, 2004 Elois(e) was born to J.P. (Pete) and Susan Joens of Reading, MN. She attended Worthington High School, and Swedish Hospital School of Nursing, working as a nurse in several capacities for many years, and when her children were grown, she continued her education to include her BS and MSW. Elois was also a licensed hypnotherapist, and a person who believed that through love, prayer and working with our angels, people could accomplish miracles. Elois (Mimi, to her grandchildren) loved taking time to enjoy the beauty of life - a gorgeous sunset, the smell of pine trees, a brisk walk in snow. As varied as her interests and training, God and her family were always the most important. She valued her friends and loved ones passionately, and found a way to feel blessed, even in the darkest times. She saw good in everyone, and always believed in second chances. Her sudden, unexpected death occurred while she was living in South Fork CO, and devastated us all. But she lived life until she died. Elois brought comfort to those around her through her caring and compassionate ways. Her love and optimism sustained all of us lucky enough to know her during countless times of stress and hardship. She left behind her two children, Susan (Jim) Jaramillo and Robert (Mary) Oram, and her grandchildren, Ryan Madson, Zoe Oram, and Mariah Jaramillo and is preceded in death by her parents, and her infant brother. It has been a year since you've been gone, Mom, but your legacy of love and compassion is with us still. You are loved. ~~~~~ I stand upon the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze And heads out across the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length She hangs like a speck of white cloud on the horizon just where The sea and sky meet to mingle with each other. At my side someone says, "There! She's gone." Gone where? Gone from my sight- that is all. She is just as large in mass and spar and hull as when she sailed close by, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in my vision alone. At the moment when someone at my side says, "There! She's gone', other eyes watch her coming, and other voices take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" And that is dying. Author unkown