Mary A. Johnson

A poem in memory of Mary By Jerry Mary´s Poem Mary Johnson. She was a nurse at Borgess or Bronson. Does it really matter. Her life counted. The numbers add up the totals amounted. To all the women she was willing to reach out to she made a difference. Actively assisting those who are troubled to overcome their affliction and diffidence. A nurses mentality. Always thinking of another´s best welfare, so with a reverence for life when her own precious life is taken it seems highly unfair. ...

Blessings my RN sister

Dear Elizabeth, Joe and Sarah, your mom, "Sweet Mary", as I liked to call her, was an amazing woman who helped countless others. Through her work as an R.N., to her lengthy service to others after she retired. I will never forget her gentleness and willingness to coach, mentor and guide others through this thing we call life. Be kind to yourselves in the coming days, weeks and months. Remember you are loved. Mary NEVER stopped bragging about you...and one thing is for sure....she never...

May the love of friends and family carry you through your grief.