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Dorothy Malik Hons


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January 26, 2005
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1924-2005

Dorothy Mary Malik Hons of Hobson, Texas, passed away on Sunday, Jan. 16, 2005, at the age of 80 years, 5 months, and 4 days.

She was born in Hobson on Aug. 12, 1924, to Joseph Severin and Meta Jauer Malik.

A lifelong resident of Hobson, she was a graduate of Karnes City High School.

Dorothy married Louis Florian Hons on Sept. 25, 1945, in the St. Boniface Catholic Church in Hobson.

Dorothy was a homemaker and a member of the St. Boniface Catholic Church, the St. Boniface Altar Society, and the KJZT. She was elected Mother of the Year in 1979 by the Alamo Chapter of the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.

She is survived by her husband, Louis Hons of Hobson; her nine children: Elaine Kolodziej and her husband, Al, of Floresville, Robert Hons and his wife, Terry, of Hobson, David Hons and his wife, Judy, of Hobson, Nancy Walpole and her husband, Kenneth, of George West, Ralph Hons of Hobson, Allen Hons and his wife, Dennise, of Hobson, Kirby Hons and his wife, Judy, of Hobson, Cathy Green of Hobson, and Mark Hons and his wife, Stella, of Hobson; her brother, Alvin Malik and his wife, Helen, of La Vernia; and her sister, Bernice Hons of Hobson.

She is also survived by her 25 grandchildren: Karl and Keith Kolodziej and Kristen Weaver; Tammy Kroll and Robert Paul, Louis, and Joseph Hons; Brian Hons and Jennifer Sara Jansky; Kenneth Walpole Jr. and Sheldon Walpole; Shayne Hons; Nicholas Hons, Melissa Ramirez, and Matthew Hons; John, James, Shannon, and Cheyenne Hons; Colt, Jesse, and Amy Green; and William, Robert, and Mark Anthony Hons.

Dorothy is also survived by 20 great-grandchildren: Jacob Kolodziej; Julia Weaver; Samantha and Micheal Kroll; Quinton, Ethan, and Makayla Hons; Cloey and Brianna Hons; Joseph, Jeffrey, Dylan, Heather, and Kristen Hons; Cory and Kendrick Walpole; Darian Hons; Elias and Olivia Ramirez; and Paris Hons.

Visitation was held on Tuesday, Jan. 18, from 5-7 p.m. in the Rhodes Funeral Home in Karnes City.

A memorial service and rosary were held Tuesday at 7 p.m. in the funeral home chapel. Her son Allen Hons led the memorial service, which included Bible verses read by another son, David Hons. Special tributes were given by her daughter Nancy Walpole and daughters-in-law Dennise Hons and Stella Hons. Her grandson Nicholas Hons played a guitar rendition of one of Dorothy’s favorite songs, “Red River Valley.”

Mass was celebrated on Wednesday at 10 a.m. in the St. Boniface Catholic Church in Hobson, with the Rev. Gregory Sawicki as celebrant.

Before Mass, her son Mark Hons played the organ while the family sang “Whispering Hope,” which was one of Dorothy’s favorite songs. Grandson Mark Anthony Hons was altar server, and lectors were her grandchildren William Hons and Kristen Weaver. The gifts were carried by granddaughters Kristen Weaver, Tammy Kroll, Amy Green, and Shannon and Cheyenne Hons, and great-granddaughter Julia Weaver.

Dorothy’s oldest grandson, Karl Kolodziej, shared special memories of “Grandma.”

Interment followed in the Hobson Cemetery.

Pallbearers were grandsons Colt Green, Brian Hons, John Hons, Joseph Hons, Kenneth Walpole Jr., Nicholas Hons, Shayne Hons, William Hons, and Keith Kolodziej.

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-- A Mother's Inspiration --
By Elaine Kolodziej

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-- Eulogy --


Following is a portion of the eulogy delivered by Karl Kolodziej, the eldest grandson of Dorothy Malik Hons.

I’ve been asked to say a few words about Dorothy Hons, for some of us a mother, for others a grandmother, great-grandmother, friend, or neighbor. It will be hard to add much to the beautiful thoughts and sentiments expressed last night when we gathered at the funeral home for the memorial service.

There are several things, however, that I’ve been asked to mention, and they express many of the same heartfelt expressions.

Someone shared this quote with me, and I thought it was particularly appropriate: “Being in touch with the silence within teaches you that everything in this life has a purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences; all events are blessings from God given to us in order that we learn from them.”

Another thought shared with me was an image of the sun’s rays shining through a window, as if angels were looking down. If these angels are looking down, I can assure you that they are smiling! For I can’t count how many times, especially in the last few days, I’ve heard people mention Grandma’s smile.

Last night, my Dad was talking about the day he went to Grandma and Grandpa to ask for permission to marry my Mom. He said he was scared to death, because he thought Grandpa might pound him! But when he finally got the question out, all he could remember about their response was Grandma’s smile, a smile that beamed with all her love and affection and approval.

I have my own recollections of Grandma, like the wheelchair rides that all of the older grandchildren will remember too. There were literally lines of kids that would form to take their turn! These memories have left me with the realization that, as a kid, it was not unusual to me at all that my Grandma could not walk! That’s just the way she was.

I can even remember telling my friends about how cool my Grandma was, because she had an electric wheelchair that could give rides in the house, and it went pretty fast, too! I think that her condition never seemed unusual to me because she accepted it in pretty much the same way: that it was just the way she was.

I also remember a time when Grandma told me that butter could be made from cream, a preposterous idea to me! So I recruited Uncle Mark to help, and with Grandma’s instructions, sure enough we made butter! Grandma had the last laugh on that one, too, because Mark and I made the mistake of putting the butter in the refrigerator, and when we came back to have some, it was as hard as a brick!

I know that each of us here probably have similar stories we could share, all of which would show the great example and source of strength that Dorothy is to all of us who knew her.

I love the story of the “Widow’s Mite” from Mark: 12. Jesus remarks to his disciples that the poor woman who gave but a few cents had given more than those who gave much, because she gave from her want, while they gave from their surplus.

Grandma’s physical condition may not have been good, yet she gave with tremendous generosity from the little she had.

I wanted to end with a reference to the 13th chapter of I Corinthians, a scripture you often hear at weddings, but one I think is fitting here. Those three things that last are faith, hope, and love. Those are the testament of Dorothy Hons, as are all of you gathered here, and I can’t say how proud I am to be part of such a family.

-- Tribute to our Mom --


The following was composed by Dorothy’s children Kirby, Cathy, and Mark:

We love and admire our Mom very much. She was the strongest person we’ve ever known. And she had the patience of a saint. We know, because we put her through more than a few trying times when we were younger. Like after a heavy rain when we would ask Mom to let us wade through the water in the terraces in the field. She would say, “Sure, but don’t go in the water above your knees.” Of course, we would go through water up to our chest and then dive in and swim in the terraces. But, when we got back, wet and muddy from head to toe, Mom would just smile and tell us to clean up!

As we grew up, Mom was not only our mom, she was also our friend, our advisor, and our inspiration.

Her family was important to her. And, she always stayed involved, even when she was bedridden. Whether she was giving us advice on raising our children, teaching someone to make homemade bread, or guiding her family in their faith, she was always involved, always teaching -- always being a Mom. She was also a great inspiration to all those who joined our family, and inspired others to follow her example of Christian faith, which she and Daddy shared all their lives.

She especially loved having the young ones around. A special memory for many of her grandchildren was Grandma giving them rides in her wheelchair. Also, Grandma’s candy dish was always full, a favorite was lemon drops -- and she always had a supply of Debbie Cakes and orange soda on hand. Anyone who came to visit had to have something to eat!

She loved Christmas, and even bought gifts for the little ones this past Christmas. And, Halloween wouldn’t have been the same for the grandkids without a box of Cracker Jacks from Grandma.

In 1979, she was chosen as Mother of the Year by the Alamo Chapter of the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. She said, “Many people today may never realize what there is in a family. The family unit may be considered old-fashioned by some, but it is the greatest asset our society will ever have.”

She enjoyed life to the fullest. When she was younger, she loved to dance, and when she was no longer physically able to dance, she loved to watch others dance. She enjoyed playing dominoes, and when she could no longer use her hands to hold the dominoes, she would have someone else play the dominoes for her and she would tell them which ones to play.

It seemed to us that she suffered so much, yet she didn’t see it that way. She accepted her condition and, instead of complaining, she made the best of it. She had a strong spirit and an even stronger faith that carried her through. And, she was blessed with a devoted husband who did everything he could to make her life easier. She loved the simple things in life like listening to her kids or grandkids play the piano or, when she was still able, having a cookout with her kids in the pasture.

To her, life was a precious gift from God, and she enjoyed every moment of it.

-- A Tribute to Our Mother --


By Nancy Hons Walpole

We gather this evening to give homage to Dorothy Mary Rose Hons. She was sent by God to serve in a fragile vessel, a body slowly overpowered by the crippling disease of multiple sclerosis.

Although many have questioned, "Why her?" Mom did not. She accepted her blessings, as I call them, from her Creator. Her blessings from God did not come in the form of her body, but rather in the form of her character; her strong will; her dedication to what she believed was right in the eyes of God.

In spite of her physical challenge, she continued to serve God in the capacity which she was called, that being a wife to Louis, mother to nine children and their spouses, grandmother to 25 and their spouses, and great-grandmother to 20.

Although we come to bid farewell to our mother and share a respect for the person she was, it’s difficult to do so without recognizing both Dorothy and Louis because they were so closely united in life. Dorothy and Louis joined as one and lived as one through their marriage for more than 60 years. Their life together served as an example of commitment. No one teaches that lesson better than Louis, our Dad. He shows us what God means by love through service to others as Jesus taught. Both Dorothy and Louis lived a life of love for God through their commitment to one another.

God has blessed us with a lifetime with Dorothy and Louis strengthening us with gifts beyond our imagination. They challenged us, taught us, and pushed us with their expectations. Every lesson they taught was influenced by their love of God.

In more recent years, God carried us through a stage of religious difference. This, too, was a strengthening experience. Although this challenged us greatly, it strengthened our family. We are grateful for the opportunity to grow in our faith and our commitment to God. We are grateful for parents who prayed with us. We thank God that we were given the opportunity to study and read the scriptures with Mom and Dad, particularly in the past couple of years. God offers everything we need for salvation through His written word, and sharing that word with our parents has been a true blessing.

We said our final "I love you," to Mom knowing that she accepted Jesus as her personal Lord and Savior, as it is written in John 14:6. "Jesus saith unto him, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man cometh to the Father but by me.’"

I feel blessed to know Mom is with the Father. She walks, and probably dances, in Heaven with her glorified body as promised in scripture.

Finally, I want to say "Thank You, God, for sharing your child, Dorothy, with all of us here."

-- God’s Grace --

Written by Dennise Hons on Jan. 17, 2005, in honor of her loving mother-in-law. May she rest in peace.


Upon her face, I saw God’s grace.

With a smile so sweet, how privileged I was,

The day Mom, I did meet.

She showed me how to make her homemade bread, and

After tasting it, "Well done!" she said.

Throughout the years, she endured much pain,

But, as scripture says, "To live is Christ, to die is gain."

Her cross she carried so heavy and tight,

And then one day with eyes so bright,

She opened her heart and saw the Light.

She gave her all and answered her Master’s call.

She asked Jesus to enter in.

There he upheld her cross,

Through weakened body, her spirit took flight.

She needed quiet, peace, and rest,

So He drew her aside into His shadow there to confide.

When her Savior reached down and took her hand,

He said, "Come sup with Me,"

And, there she does stand.

If she were here I could hear her say,

"Don’t cry, for I am in heaven, and that is only a whisper away."



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Your Condolences, Prayers, and Memories

 
Elaine K.  
Floresville  
January 16 at 10:30am
 
Ten years later, and many trials and tribulations without her steadfast spirit. RIP, sweet mother.

 
Elaine K.  
Floresville  
August 12, 2013 9:14pm
 

 
Kristen Weaver  
Floresville  
January 16, 2012 5:16pm
 
I miss you, Grandma.

 
Elaine K.  
Floresville  
January 16, 2012 4:29pm
 
Pretty lady. I can't believe it's been seven years already. We miss her. :)

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