Last Sunday afternoon, I got the phone call that I had been dreading for months. It was from my mother. “It’s over” is all she said. I knew then that my Aunt Jane had passed away after a lengthy battle with cancer.
This blog is usually reserved for advertising and marketing topics. But for now, I just wanted to carve out a little bit of cyber space to say goodbye to my Aunt Jane, who I loved dearly. Google the name Jane Fowler. You won’t find any a single mention about this wonderful person. Then again, you don’t find too much on the internet about Sunday School teachers who loved Jesus, went about their daily lives bringing joy to people, worked hard all their entire lives and loved their family and friends, unconditionally. That’s why I wanted to do write this blog about her. So that maybe somewhere a thousand years from now, someone will run across www.thedailyferg.com and learn a little about this wonderful person who died at 5:50 pm, March 21, surrounded by the people who loved her.
Aunt Jane was my mom’s little sister, the baby of the family. She was born Oct. 30, 1947 in Fort Worth, the daughter of Cecil and Johnnie May Williams, the sister of Jean, Barbara and Walter Ray Williams. While giving birth to Aunt Jane, her mother passed away unexpectedly. Aunt Jane never knew her mother. She was 13 when her father passed away.
She was a very sweet simple woman. She raised a wonderful son, Trae who is more like a brother to me than a cousin. She put up with my Uncle George for over 40 years. Despite being divorced, the two remained friends to the end. He was at the house when she left us.
Despite being only six years younger than her, I never called her Jane. Once when I was very little, I remember calling her Jane. She looked at me and said, “I am your AUNT Jane”, with a lot of emphasis on AUNT. To the day she died, she was my Aunt Jane
She went to beauty school and became a beautician in Haltom City were she lived and worked for most of her life. She had many of the same clients for over 40 years who came to her shop for a “cut and a comb.” After her divorce she tried a couple of jobs…teacher, bookeeper, but the job she loved most was taking care of Trae, who was quite a handful, both as a kid and as an adult. She moved to Colorado for the past seven years because she loved the mountains. She worked for friends up there and attended church regularly.
Two years ago, she was diagnosed with stomach cancer. She fought the fight until last Sunday…
Just a little over a month ago, she had her first grandchild…my second cousin, Jack Hays Fowler. She told me at the hospital, that that Jesus had kept her here long enough to hold her grandbaby. You could see in her eyes how happy that made her.
I could write on and on about my Aunt Jane. But most of it is personal and those memories belong to me and my family.
Now, you can Google the name Jane Fowler.
She is now in heaven and cyber space for eternity.