It was 6:30 am on the morning of Friday, June 20, 2008. In a rural farmhouse outside of Mulhall, Oklahoma, my mother-in-law, Frances Fent, or "Frann" as she was known to friends, got out of bed and walked out onto the front porch to check the weather, so she would know what clothes to wear that day. One of her sons, the second of three, was going to pick her up about 9:30 am for an appointment in Stillwater, a city about 20 miles away, and home to the Oklahoma State Cowboys basketball team, which Frann had enjoyed watching for decades.

When they returned from the appointment, she might have followed through on the plan she had announced to her son two days earlier. She wanted to dig up some bright orange daylilies that grew wild out by the roadside and transplant them to her garden to fill in some empty spots. Perhaps this was just wishful thinking; it had been several years since Frann had spent much time outdoors tending her gardens. In any event, it was not to be.

Instead, Frann came back indoors that early morning and poured herself a glass of milk. Then she sat down in her favorite recliner, closed her eyes, and died. She was 90 years old.

Frances was married to Richard Fent, a self-effacing, bona fide World War II hero. A very humble man, Richard barely acknowledged that he had won the Silver Star, Bronze Star, Purple Heart, and other commendations during the war. Despite a war injury that left him partially paralyzed, Richard raised cattle and farmed throughout his post-war working life. He and Frann raised three sons, the youngest of whom is my husband Craig.

After Richard's death in 1990, Frann continued to live on the farm. She maintained a large vegetable garden for many years, and enjoyed tending her flower gardens surrounding the house. She loved flowers, both real and artificial - she had a 'collection' of silk and plastic flowers that would have filled a small shop!

Frann loved the farm, and though the majority of her work was that of raising children, fixing meals, and keeping up the house and gardens, she proudly considered herself to be a "Farmer."

Her deepest hope was that she would never have to move into town, to a nursing home or assisted living center. She got her wish. She was able to stay on the farm until she died. She never had to suffer through a terrible illness. She died peacefully, in the home she loved. We should all be so lucky, when our time comes.

I'll miss Frann's sense of humor, and her quiet dignity. She seldom had a harsh word to say about anyone. She was a great mother-in-law, and I was privileged to know her.

In loving memory of Frances Wilma (Frey) Fent, born January 5, 1918, and died June 20, 2008.