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Phyllis Jeanne SticeApril 9, 1942 ~ November 8, 2017 (age 75)
Phyllis Jeanne Stice, 75, of Littleton, CO, Entered into Heaven on November 8, 2017, surrounded by her loving family.
Wife of the late Lyle K. Stice. Loving mother of Laurie (Roger) Campbell of Littleton, CO and Stephen (Crystal) Cadenhead of Albuquerque, NM. Special Grandma of Alyssa Campbell and Morgan Campbell, both of Littleton, CO and Avril Cadenhead and Violet Cadenhead, both of Albuquerque, NM. Beloved Sister of Doris Macke of Littleton, CO, Doug (Marilyn) Brader of Highlands Ranch, CO and Dave Brader of Byers, CO. Also survived by her loving niece and nephews.
Graveside Service 11:15 am Wednesday, November 15, 2017 at Fort Logan National Cemetery. Those wishing to attend please meet at Staging Area “C” prior to the time listed.
When I sat with my mom during her final moments, and after she passed, I couldn’t help but wonder “why today”? Why was November 8th the day that was set aside for my mom’s day to pass? Why not a different day?
My precious mom began life on April 9, 1942, born in the back room of her grandmother’s house in Omaha, Nebraska. She was born a special blessing during a time of war, and grew up as an “army brat”, a title she loved and carried proudly in honor of her love for her dad. Her family moved several times during her father’s military service, living in several states, France, Germany and Japan. She graduated from Poitiers high school in Poitier, France in 1960. She met friends there who became lifelong and very meaningful to her. She was the oldest of four children; one younger sister, and two younger brothers.
My mom grew up during the 1950’s, and would later talk about how special this time in her life was; wearing poodle skirts, oxford shoes, dancing, and falling in love with Elvis Presley! She carried a lifelong obsession for all things Elvis and all things red – if it was red, she loved it.
When she was a teenager, she had severe acne that was treated with radiation. These treatments later caused her to develop thyroid cancer in her early 30’s, as a young mother, which she almost died from. She later developed aplastic anemia and almost died from that as well. She ended up having to drop out of college due to her health issues, and she was not able to fulfill her dream of becoming an RN, but she earned a certificate as a medical assistant, and worked for many years in the medical community. Since her early bout of cancer, her physical health was always compromised, and later she developed back, neck, knee and joint pain, living with significant chronic pain for most of her adult life.
She married twice during her lifetime, having two children with her first husband. She has four precious granddaughters, all of whom she carried a special bond and love for, and was always available for babysitting, snuggling and loving on them.
Mom had a special quality about her. Yes, she was feisty, had backbone, but she had this sweet vulnerable sensitivity to her that people loved and responded to, and they knew they could talk to her about anything. When she would leave a physical rehab facility, or a hospital, all of the caregivers would line up in the hallways to say goodbye to her, to cheer her on, to tell her how special she was to them. This happened again during her last hospital stay when she found out she had metastatic cancer. Every single nurse on the floor made a point to come to her room to hug her, love her, tell her how sweet she was, and how they loved being around her. That was my mom.
Mom came to know Christ when she was a young woman, and tried to follow Him all of her life. She knew him as Lord and Savior, and had a firm belief in God, having faith in him; teaching her children and her grandchildren about Jesus. Mom was an awesome prayer warrior – we always knew if we needed special or intercessory prayers lifted up and answered, those prayer requests would be answered because she was on her “prayer bones”.
We believe that in the end, her prayers to be saved from excruciating pain and for peace were answered by a loving God, stepping in with his loving mercy, leading her home quickly so she didn’t have to suffer long from this new cancer diagnosis and to have as minimal pain as possible, providing her peace and assurance before she left this earth. We sat with her, loving on her, holding her hands, stroking her hair, talking to her, reading her verses, listening to Elvis sing “How Great Thou Art”, praying, and yes, even singing over her. We know she heard and soaked in every word, and we know that the Holy Spirit showed up in that room and took her peacefully, quietly and softly into Christ’s presence.
Her life mattered with the legacy she instilled in her children, and in her grandchildren, to seek God and pursue Him, to live for Him, and even when it’s not done perfectly, to persevere.
So, why November 8th? What’s the reason November 8th was the day? Because it was the day that the Lord set aside for her to finally gain her rewards, her crowns, her eternal blessings after living a life of suffering and pain, but still having faith in God through it all. When she first found out she would soon pass away from this cancer, her response to me was “I’m excited! I get to see Jesus! I get to see my dad!”
Why November 8th? Because this is the day the Lord has made(Psalm 118:24), and the day of our death is more important than the day we are born (Ecclesiastes 7:1), and my mom knew it! It is a day to celebrate a Godly legacy left behind to continue to affect those she came into contact with, everyone from people who didn’t know her very well to those who loved her with all their heart. The Lord’s timing is perfect.
That is why November 8th was my mom’s day.