Sally, whose "real" name was Elnora Kathryn, was an only child who loved being with people.  I don't think she ever met a stranger and people seemed naturally drawn to her as well.  She had a really wonderful smile and winning way about her.

She married my Dad, Robert (Bob) Allen in 1943 and they were seldom separated after he returned from the war in Germany.  They had two children: I'm the oldest and her daughter, Kathie; my brother Bob is about 5 years younger.  Our family moved a lot but Mother was able to make every place we lived quickly feel like our home again.

In contrast to the many moves during the first part of her life, she only moved once after moving to Florida in the 70's. She loved the Florida sun.  When I lived nearby, we spent many fantastic days shelling and sunbathing on Captiva Island.  I know the year-round gardening brought her joy for many years.

She and Dad knew Jesus as their personal Savior and were very involved in Church activities in Cape Coral and Ft. Myers, Florida.  Although she had never worked outside the home, she was president of several church organizations during that time.  I think she surprised herself at how well she handled those demanding positions.

Through Bob's marriage to my friend Nancy, she became a much beloved grandmother to 3 wonderful grandchildren: David, Sarah and Becca.  Although I have lived many miles away for the last 19 years, we stayed close partially through the many wonderful holidays that Mother made so special with her flair for decorating and marvelous cooking.

It was just after one of those sumptuous Thanksgivings that Mother learned she had stage IIIC ovarian cancer.  I found out later that she'd had symptoms for more than a month but didn't want to "spoil" the holiday.  How typical of her and how frustrating for those of us who loved her. 

She underwent surgery and multiple chemotherapy regimens over the next 4 years.  She never complained about any of the side effects or worried about the outcome.  I don't think I've ever know anyone so brave.  She never gave up even when the cancer spread and chemotherapy was no longer effective.  I know that she stayed with us as long as she could.

I also know that she is at peace and painfree with her Lord and that we will be together again. Until then, I will miss her every day of my life.