Thursday, January 17, 2013


I have struggled with what to say on this blog.  In the end I felt I must share my grief with my blog buddies.  We share a love of folk art, tattered quilts, samplers, and everything handmade.  So hear goes, my husband Ken Ancell of 24 years passed away last Sunday.  He was 76 years old.  Ken was the most creative person I've ever known.  For many years he was a film director in Chicago.  That's where we met.  He wrote scores and scores of music, lyrics, screen plays, commercials,  and the list goes on.  He had a stroke several years ago and recovered physically, but it's been a mental slide since then.  I'd been a nurse in my first life and was determined to keep him at home for as long as possible.  He died in his favorite chair listening to a Glen Miller cd.  Keep on Punchin now has a double meaning for me.


  1. Bless your heart....... Many prayers....

  2. Oh, Nancee, I am so very sorry for your loss. You did a wonderful thing caring for your husband. I hope that will bring you some solace. ... jan

  3. I'm so very sorry. You will be in my prayers.

  4. Sincere condolences, May the God of all hope, give you comfort and bear you up in peace.

  5. nancee--I just met you yesterday in the giftshop at the WMQFA and you told us about your beloved Ken. You are such a great spirit; take care and know that God and your dear friends and family will sustain you.
    My thoughts and sympathies are with you. Take care!
    --Toni (the tall one)

  6. nacee-I´m so sorry for your loss.
    I read this when my beloved granny died:

    Death is nothing at all,
    I have only slipped away into the next door room,
    I am I and you are you...
    Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
    Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in
    the usual way which you always used. Put no
    difference into your tone, wear no forced air
    of solemnity or sorrows. Laugh as we always laughed
    at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile,
    think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the
    household word that it always was. Let it be spoken
    without effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it.
    Life means all it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was,
    there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be
    out of mind, because I am out of sight? I am but waiting
    for you, for in the interval. Somewhere very near just
    around the corner... All Is Well...


  7. Dear Nancee, I am so very sorry for your loss. I will light a candle today and send good thoughts your way...and keep you both in my prayers. How wonderful to be able to leave this life sitting in your favorite chair...what a great gift you gave him.
    Sending you a warm hug,

  8. Nancee, I happened to find you today for the first time....I am so sorry for your loss. I applaud you for giving your husband the best goodbye he could have, that is not an easy thing to do....I just felt as a fellow blogger, I should reach out and give you a hug and say that I am proud of you for the gift you gave your husband......I look forwrd to getting to know you better.