Laura Stowe

Laura was a proud mother and wife. Her husband, Wayne, and her late husband, George, both loved her very much and she them. Her son George, step daughter Jacklyn, and daughter in law Mina also loved her and will greatly miss her.

Laura was always fond of adventure. She traveled throughout Europe many times with her loved ones, always eager to learn about the culture and history. From the UK to France, Italy was her favorite country, Venice her favorite city. She often talked of how her version of Heaven would be similar.

My mom always impacted people with her kindness. My friends have always mentioned how kind Laura was, before and after life. She loved to give gifts without request and would always be thinking of others – in particular telescopes, cars, groceries; anything you could imagine.

I’ll never forget her, the advice, or the lessons that she taught me. She’s helped to shape who I am today, and continues to live on through everyone she’s touched. Her wisdom and care will forever guide me throughout my life. I know I probably say it too much, but I love you mom.

Today we are honoring Laura Stowe. She was a woman of extreme kindness and grace. I’d like to share her favorite poem with you:

The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.