Esther Yvonne Kramer

Rest in peace dear Esther. On behalf of myself and my mother, Irene Kincannon, we send our loving thoughts and prayers. Esther rarely missed a domino session at my Mom's house. A very reserved person, she was always so observant though; it was such a delight to see her chuckle quietly to herself many times while playing, listening to others in conversation, but with a particular adorable mischievous look when she outplayed someone else:) Mom and I enjoyed travelling with Esther to Israel. I remember walking with her at the airport in Jerusalem, and both of us bent down to pet this cute little beagle dog....who suddenly started nudging at Esther's pocket. She had placed an orange in her pocket that morning from breakfast, planning to eat it later, not realizing it would not only be confiscated at Customs, but placed her and I in a different line that had to be checked separately and more thoroughly. Can you imagine Esther being a threat to anyone?!:) Of course not, but we got a chuckle out of that...teasing her to be a spy...with an orange:) My favorite memory of Esther was on the underground train at Denver airport. I was the 'young' one tending to Esther and my Mom (who was 84 at the time) through airports, crowds, etc. My Mom was proud as punch because she had been to the Denver airport before and so was going to show Esther and I around, instead of me leading. So she correctly got us on the right train, but when the doors opened at the first stop....although it was not our stop, she stepped off automatically without thinking about stop it actually was. I was trying to get her attention, calling "Mom" a couple of times first, then when she didn't respond, called her "Irene", then "Irene Kincannon". Still not hearing me, I started to panic because the doors were going to close soon, and she would be left standing on the platform by herself, not having a clue where we had gone. So I yelled "Mom, stop"...no answer. So then, for some reason, the only thing I could think of left was the command we give to our English cocker bird dogs that means the same as "stop", but English dog version is "Hup". So I kept yelling: 'Hup, Mom, Hup!!" This finally got her attention and a couple of people scrambled to hold the door open as Mom scurried to get back on the train, just in time as the doors closed and it scurried off. Meanwhile, I looked to make sure Esther was ok through this, and that she hadn't inadvertently followed Mom off the train too; but no worries.....I could hear her. For the first time, in the history of ever, I heard Esther.....not just chuckling, but laughing hysterically!! Apparently, I looked like someone who was trying to teach her dog tricks, but the dog was not having any of it:) It probably is a situation that is only funny to those who were actually there, but I remember it so well because I recall how special her laugh was. Esther was a special person, and I am rejoicing for her eternal peace now. Our condolences, however, to her family for their loss.