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In Memory of

Mary Stella Grahl

August 10, 1918 - January 17, 2016

Obituary


Mary Stella Grahl was born on 10 August 1918, and passed away at 10:45 p.m. on 17 January 2016.

Mary, my mom, was raised on a farm in Saskatchewan. She loved learning and going to school, knowing that a good education would allow her to leave the farm. She chose to go into nursing both because she loved helping people, and because she knew that she would be able to find a job wherever she went.

First, Mary moved to NYC because she wanted to see the ocean. A few years later,...

Mary Stella Grahl was born on 10 August 1918, and passed away at 10:45 p.m. on 17 January 2016.

Mary, my mom, was raised on a farm in Saskatchewan. She loved learning and going to school, knowing that a good education would allow her to leave the farm. She chose to go into nursing both because she loved helping people, and because she knew that she would be able to find a job wherever she went.

First, Mary moved to NYC because she wanted to see the ocean. A few years later, she moved to Seattle to see the Pacific. It was in Seattle that she met and married Robert Grahl in May 1947. After a time, they adopted a baby boy they named James Robert, and a year later, a baby girl they named Kathleen Mary.

In the early 1980s, Bob and Mary retired and moved to Arizona, saying they were tired of being cold and wet. They travelled extensively over the next several years, seeing Hawaii (a few times), Alaska, Europe, and circumnavigating the U.S. and Canada. Of all their travels, their favorite city was St. Petersburg, Russia.

Mom and Dad were married 60 years. Dad died of cancer in November 2007, and Mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's/dementia in August 2015 after suffering a [2nd] stroke.

During the last couple months of life, and especially the last couple weeks, Mom kept asking if she could go home. I told her yes, she could, anytime, that we would be okay, and not to worry about us. I did mention that my birthday was coming up, but also that it would be fine if she "went home" before that. She passed away peacefully on January 17th, the day after my birthday. I am convinced that she purposely waited. Thanks, Mom. I love you, too.