Rena Dorothy Crane
Thorsen

October 19, 1918  -  February 15, 2008

Rena Crane Thorsen, 89, of Kalamazoo formerly of Fennville, Michigan died Friday, February 15, 2008 in Kalamazoo. She was born on October 19, 1918 in Fennville, Michigan to U.S. and Lena (Miller) Crane. Rena married Fredrick Horace Thorsen Jr., (born Nov. 4, 1920) of Ganges, Michigan in Janurary of 1940. Fredrick died April 1, 1960.

Rena's dad was in the fruit growing business after he had graduated from Michigan Agriculture College and took a job with the State of Montana as a fruit inspector in the foothills of Montana. On returning to Michigan he married Lena Miller. His father and mother, John H. and  Hattie (Blakeslee) Crane moved into Fennville about this time and U S and his new wife stayed on the farm. They had 6 children, Aino Geraldine, Rena Dorothy, Richard Carlton, Norma Louise, Dixianna, and Jacquelyn Joyce.

Rena was a retired secretary and lived in many areas of the country and most recently moved to the Kalmazoo area. She was a member of the First United Methodist Church in Kalamazoo. Surviving are her children, two daughters, Christie VanLooy of Kalamazoo, Michigan; Sally and Charles Hubbard of Kalamazoo, Michigan; two sons, Jon Thorsen of Pensacola, Florida; and Steven and Blanchie Thorsen of Pineville, Louisiana; 16 grandchildren; 29 great-grandchildren, and 2 great-great-grandchildren;, sisters, Norma Hungerford of Kalamazoo, Michigan; Dixie Hungerford and Ken Twentey of Maryland; and Jacquie and Kreaton Cullimore of Big Rapids, Michigan. She was preceded in death by her husband, Fredrick Thorsen in 1960. Funeral services were held Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 11:00 a.m. at Chappell Funeral Home, 637 W. Main St., Fennville. Burial was in Fennville Cemetery.

Rena's sister Dixianna, read the following.

THE DASH   Written by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone, from the beginning….to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all…was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on the earth and now only those
who loved her know what the little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own, the cars…the house…the cash…
What matters is how we live and love… and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard;  are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left that can still rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough to consider what’s the truth and real…
and always try to understand the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more,
and love the people in our lives… like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile…
remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read… with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things that they say… about how you spent your dash?


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