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Memorial created 11-23-2007 by
Molly VanDuser
Ida Jane McKibbin
May 1 1929 - November 1 2005


This online memorial was created in loving memory of Ida Jane McKibbin, whose life story is told throughout this memorial website. Please sign the guest book and let us know you came to visit. We will be remembering her forever.




Don’t think of her as gone away –
her journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets –
this earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears,
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think of how she must be wishing
that we could know today that
nothing but our sadness can really pass away.

And think of her as living in the
hearts of those she touched -- for
nothing loved is ever lost.

She was loved so much.
- E. Brenneman



Mom, A lot of people step up to the plate when needed. You weren't one of them. You never stepped off the plate. You are one tough act to follow. We were asked to pick a couple of positive stories or memories of you. Impossible. Tens of thousands of them flood our minds. We'll be sharing them with all for years to come. We can tell you that we know what it feels like to be loved unconditionally because you did it. You even made it look easy, and we know it wasn't. You felt our joy and our pain even more intensely than we did. And woe to those who hurt us. You would stand quietly in the background but were our biggest cheerleader. You never reminded us of our mistakes and failures, even when we repeated them...and repeated them. You let us learn from them at our own pace, and the patience and understanding you showed when we didn't was remarkable. We looked up to you and admired your strength. You are our hero. Some of your good qualities can be seen in Molly and I, and in your grandkids. But none of us has all of them...as I said before, you're a hard act to follow. So -- in your honor, Mom, we'll keep trying. It's the very least we can do. Love, Mary Johe 11/3/05



Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way, which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.


Two iris, her favorite flower, represent her daughters, Mary Johe and Molly Lynn. Her favorite birds, the three hummingbirds, represent her three grandchildren, Karl, Shelly, and Harold. Three ladybugs represent her three great-grandchildren, at the time of her death, but we have no doubt that she will be present on the day Harold and Jennifer bring her fourth into the world in June 2008. The stone was painfully and lovingly created by Karl Palmiter, her first grandchild.


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