June 6, 1952 – March 18, 2019
Rebecca read the obituaries, observing life and death with her wry sense of humor and her compassion. It is with a great appreciation of this practice that the family writes:
Starting with the important things, the vital statistics, it would have to be said that her hands were long, thin, and very clever at the placing of stitches, as well as the replacing of stitches, should they prove to be imprecisely placed. Rebecca’s hands were also famously brilliant at the holding open of Victorian novels, and the baking of ethereal cookies.
It would be remiss not to mention that her eyes were probably blue, definitely beautiful and most observant of the need of others, especially children. Those eyes were known to imbibe in the poetry of Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, and Rainer Maria Rilke.
It is widely know that her mouth was prone to smirking, quipping, and a broad brilliant smile, usually in that order. It is less well know that having flirted in childhood with the clarinet, she wisely moved on. Rebecca had a lovely singing voice, and was exceedingly particular about what she ate (!!!)
Her ears were attuned to both sacred and popular music, including Simon and Garfunkel in the dark as a teenager. Rebecca enjoyed many lively conversations, often while walking with her very dear friends. Her feet did walk and regularly marched for Social Justice. They seldom, if ever, ran. In Rebecca’s 24,390 days on this earth:
Rebecca Lynn Pouliot (nee Anderson) daughter to Ferris Neldon Anderson and Joyce Elaine Anderson (nee Maehl) walked many miles and eventually outpaced us all, leaving behind her husband Tom Pouliot, son Dylan Jouliot (Erin) brothers Bruce Anderson (Jessica) and Brian Anderson (Lynn) and a robust tribe of nieces and nephews.
Her last days were a lesson in courage and grace.
Memorial Service: Sunday, April 7 @ 2 PM
Wallingford United Methodist Church
2115 North 42nd Street
Seattle, WA 98103