Rachel B. Crookston

Life Story

My first memory of Rachel was the first time she was brought home from the hospital. What a beautiful baby with reddish-golden locks of curls. 

There has been a special bond with us for nearly as long as I can remember. Rachel and I shared a regular sized bed. One Halloween we both ate a whole bag of peanut butter cups in bed. Needles to say, we were both sick. A couple more funny stories; one day Rachel says “what do you say we go for a bike ride on College Road on my bicycle for two? We won’t go in a dith or anything.” Sure enough, we ended up in a ditch. Another time we were on one of our car rides, and there was a dead porcupine in the road. Rachel thought she could drive over it… She was wrong, and something happened under her car. We ended up having a tow truck ride to a garage next door to Denny’s, so we had a cup of coffee while waiting for the car to be ready. Rachel lucked out. Something had unhooked under her car, and it was a quick and easy fix. We had a lot of laughs that day.

We had a lot in common even though we were about eight years apart. For one thing, we were both hit by pickup trucks in separate accidents. The doctors told Mom and Dad that just a hair away for both of our injuries, we would have been killed instantly. We talked endless hours about God, life, death, etc. Rachel would come and pick me up, and we liked to park at different local cemeteries and talk. 

I feel as we all get older, we all grow closer as a family. I know that Rachel missed Mom, Dad, and Marc very much. 

Rachel also struggled with depression and addiction. She never gave up, and I totally related. We shared our faith experience, strength and hope with each other. Rachel told me that she appreciated every conversation we ever had, and so did I. I’m going to miss her so much, physically, but I have the peace of knowing that Rachel grew spiritually, especially in the last several years of her life. 

I know that the spirit connection is very powerful after physical death. This gives me a lot of comfort. One of Rachel’s comforts was that David was saved. That meant more to her than anything. 

When I told Rachel that we had purchased a cemetery plot at Oak Hill Cemetery, I also told her that we had purchased a granite bench and four corner stones. Right away  Rachel said “you have to add a phone!” She said the phone and just conversing with people was a big part of who I was and what I had been for her, and for many other people. That really meant a lot to me! We will add some of her ashes close to the bench where the phone is. 

I know that Rachel was hard on herself, I sure can relate to that too. Rachel couldn’t hold a grudge. 

She and David shared their lives with the underdog, meaning people and animals that were sick, maimed, disabled and lonely. Having people for meals, giving them rides, keeping in touch over the phone. Many of them have since passed away. David was always very supportive, and cooked many meals for them. I know that Rachel’s final wishes were that the Holy Spirit would open doors so she could share her faith in God, so as many people as possible would enter heaven. Rachel also shared that the Holy Spirit impressed on her that the best way to show people the love of God was to die well. Her life and her dying was a beautiful blessing to all of us from God. 

Rachel asked me to give her a copy of this eulogy so it could be put on the funeral home website. I told her that when a person dies that they affect at least a hundred people’s lives. 

I feel that she accomplished the assignment that she was created for. “Good job, good and faithful servant,” that’s all Rachel wanted to hear. We all love you very much, and until we meet again in heaven rest in peace.

-Your loving older sister and friend in Christ.

Prayer of St. Francis of Assis (Jeanne’s version)

Lord make me an instrument of thy peace; Where there is hatred in myself, may there be love in myself.

Where I have injured myself; Pardon.

Where there is doubt in myself; Faith.

Where there is despair in myself; Hope.

Where there is darkness in myself; Light.

And where there is sadness in myself; Joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to willingly accept God’s consolation for me, and then in turn I can console others. 

May I not seek so much to be understood as to willingly accept God’s understanding for me, and then I can understand others. For it is in willingly accepting God’s love for me, and in turn I can love others. 

It is in accepting God’s pardoning for me and in turn I can pardon others, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Amen.

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