A Sacred Moment


Mae Fern Weiland Wilson

April 10, 1921 - July 22, 2014

She Will Be Missed By All Who Knew Her

Mae Fern Weiland Wilson, born April 10,1921, in Renville, Minnesota, passed peacefully on July 22nd, 2014, at her home in Edmonds, with family by her side. Mae was preceded in passing by her husband of 56 years, Paul. Mae is survived by her daughters, Sharon Tapley, Sue Schnase and Teresa Cessnun; and sons-in-law Don Tapley, Steve Schnase, and Greg Cessnun. She will be missed by her grandchildren Donnie Tapley, Jason Schnase and his wife Laurie, Tanya Schnase and Sara Cessnun, as well as great and great-great grandchildren Cassie, Chad, Tommy, Colby, Emily and Bianca.

Mae was raised on a farm in Minnesota, one of 13 children. All but her sister, Lois preceded her in passing along with her sister-in-law, Lorraine and many nieces and nephews. She left the farm and married Paul in 1941, eventually moving to Washington to raise their family. They settled in Edmonds in 1962 and had called it home ever since. She retired in 1990 from the Edmonds School District where she worked as a baker, rising early every day to make fresh rolls, breads and desserts back when school lunches were still on site.

Mae enjoyed yard work, and continued to work in her yard until just recently. She was an avid Mariners fan and she could be found in her favorite chair watching at game time. She enjoyed jigsaw puzzles, and always had one going. If visiting her, you were always encouraged to put a piece or two in.

She will be missed by all who knew her.


After Glow

I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and
sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who
grieve, to dry before the sun
Of happy memories that I leave
when life is done.

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the day
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared -
Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Maker's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds -
Miss me, but let me go.

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