Townie's memorial service was last Saturday. Friends I hadn't seen in years were there, most of them as impacted by her life as I was. People shared about her good cooking and her hospitality. One fellow worker said that even her boxed lemon cake tasted marvelous. An African student she had "adopted" said that Townie was concerned that he spent too much time at her house when he should be out with people his own age. He said her food was delicious and her company quite satisfying for him.
She had a breakfast for international women students every Saturday, but the guys were jealous. Please couldn't they come? No, it's just for the girls. But please, they really wanted to attend. Well, OK, but they'd have to dress the part. The next week three guys showed up in poodle skirts!
Others shared about the influence Townie had on their lives. She was always available to offer whatever was needed, whether it was to help with immigration issues or teach them English or the Bible.
I received the following poem from Greg Asimakoupoulos, pastor of Mercer Island Covenant Church. He was a student at SPU when I was, and it seems he was as blessed by her as the rest of us.