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  • Writer's pictureAutumn Plourd

Aunt Marjorie

Updated: Aug 22, 2020

When I married my husband, he gave me one of his most precious gifts. His name.

And, God willing, one day I will have been a Plourd longer than anything else, but it will never change that my blood is Ashurst.

The Ashurst’s were raised to be fighters. We were taught to love all and to find the laughter in every situation. We were encouraged to turn negatives into positives. And that the only thing more valuable than family is our faith in the Lord.

Our family is hurting today because we lost one of our fighters to Covid-19. My aunt Marjorie was perhaps the one that loved the easiest, laughed the most, and despite her short stature, stood so very tall.

I will miss listening to her stories at my grandma’s dining room table. The table was always covered in pizza boxes when the Stockton crowd were in town, but you’d find her on the end by the sweets that Marilyn brought over. That’s where I asked her how she got her beehive hair so big and I can still hear her laugh “there’th a whole towel in there!”.

Or sometimes we laughed in the living room where she sat on the couch, always with her legs tucked under like a kid. That’s where she told me “when you walk in your baby’s room and see poop everywhere, get your camera before you cry.” Explains why her and David always seemed to have a camera nearby.

And now when I run by the Women’s Club in Mission Beach, I can see her at the Ashurst family reunion playfully punching my dad in the arm because even as adults he still went out of his way to annoy her.

I don’t know God’s plan, all I know is that He has one. I have faith that we will find positivity in this terrible situation. At minimum it was an incredible thing to see this family come together in prayer. I am thankful for the unplanned time I got to spend with my Aunt Marjorie on February 22nd when her and Carolyn came into town for the Tucker farmers market. I had no idea it’d be the last time I’d have with her.

I will miss you Marjorie. I’m heartbroken and I hurt so bad for David and your kids. But I’ve never been more confident that someone is sitting up in heaven and I look forward to the day we see you again.

He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds. Psalms 147:3

My uncle David has shared his experience on his site and it is so incredibly inspirational and uplifting. Please click here if you’re ready to be touched by God.

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