I would like to thank each and every one of you in the blogging world for all your kind words, thoughts and prayers over the past couple of months. My Mother truly loved her blog family, and all your support before her passing meant so much to her. My family will forever be grateful to all of you, her friends, for bringing her such happiness over the years. Please continue to pass on her knowledge as her words live on through her blog, and GARDEN FOR GRANNY forever!
Thank you again, Amy
May 7, 2014 - Goodbye Granny.
Carol L. Hattrup passed away peacefully on May 7, 2014 after battling cancer with her family by her side.
Carol was born on January 26, 1939 to Ethel P. Rowden (Morefield) and Harry E.W. Forge, in Lewiston, Idaho. She married R. John Kunze in 1956, and had 2 sons, the youngest being born just days after her husband's death in 1959. In 1962 she married John (Jack) Hattrup, and together they had 3 more children. Jack’s job took them to Baker Oregon, and then Walla Walla Washington, before settling in Pasco in 1974, where they built their business and raised their family.
Carol was an avid gardener, blogger, talented artist and a lover of music, but first and foremost a wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.
She was preceded in death by her parents and beloved step-father, H. Fred Morefield and son Richard Kunze. She will be greatly missed by those who survive her; husband Jack, of 52 years, sister Cristy Palmer (Jim), sons R. John Kunze and Scott Hattrup, daughters Shannon Hattrup and Amy Davis (Bryan), grandchildren Shawn, Jared, Shayna, Alicia, Ethan, Sierra, Kevin and Alicyn, and great grandchildren Carter, Cambri, Remington, Bryson and Amaya.
At her request, there will be no service.
I'm not ready to say goodbye,
but I'll wipe my tears and dry my eyes,
for you'll live on in all we do,
as each of us is part of you.
And much like the seeds in the gardens you've grown,
your words have been planted, your love has been sown.
I'm not ready to say goodbye,
but I'll go on, and I'll survive,
for with each spring blossom, each laugh and each tear,
I will think of you always and know that you're here.
Amy Davis
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