Frances June Storlie
(1925 - 2015)

Frances June Storlie
Nickname: Frankie

August 23, 1925

June 11, 2015

Frances J. Storlie passed away in her sleep on 6/11/2015 at the age of 89. Born in Lodi, CA, she spent her childhood as a migrant until her family settled in Clark Co. in 1937. In 1946, she married Alton (Bill) Storlie, and together they raised Suzanne (Koch) Storlie and Timothy Storlie. She leaves behind her older brother Bill, her younger sister Lorraine, her two children, and many grandchildren, great grandchildren, and great, great, grandchildren (far too many to list).

Frances was a poetic wordsmith, scholar, author, teacher, and human rights activist. She was a sensitive, brilliant, and compassionate soul. Generous to a fault, she was a Christian, prayer warrior, and Democrat who championed equality, mercy, and social justice. Complex and powerful, Frances was a woman who kept her word—a woman of integrity who lived by a high moral standard. Devoted to doing what was right, she had a passion for helping people in need. A fierce advocate for women and children, the poor and the neglected, she extolled the virtues of fairness, honesty, responsibility, sharing with those in need, education, and hard-work.

A graduate of Clark College’s first nursing class in 1962, “Frankie” then earned a BSN from the U of O, a Master’s Degree in Nursing Ed. from OHSU in 1967, and a PhD in Urban Studies from PSU in 1976. A prolific writer, Dr. Storlie wrote a book of poems, 4 nursing text books (including the award-winning Nursing and the Social Conscience), and 124 professional journal articles. In 1973, Frances was selected as a Charter Member of the American Academy of Nursing, representing Oregon, Washington, Idaho and Alaska. She also served as the nurse editor for the Heart and Lung Journal during its inaugural year of 1976.

Dr. Storlie served as faculty for the graduate schools of Arizona State Univ. and the Univ. of Nevada, helped organize adult nurse practitioner programs, and taught 75 courses in electrocardiography. In 1978, she received an award from the American Assoc. of Critical Care Nurses. That same year, the Clark College Alumni Association honored her with the Outstanding Alumni Award in recognition of her exceptional service to Clark College, exemplary service to the community, and personal and professional achievements. She became one of the first licensed/accredited Nurse Practitioners in Oregon (1981) and spent the last years of practice as a clinical director and nurse practitioner in Vancouver, WA.

In 1986, after learning fluent Spanish, Frances embarked on over 40 medical missions to Mexico, Central and S. America including the So. Pole! She also spent several weeks on the Gulf Coast following Hurricane Katrina volunteering for the American Red Cross, providing first aid for volunteers, and serving food in the soup kitchen.
Dr. Storlie “retired” in 1998, but remained an activist for patient rights. In later years, her “pride and joy” was helping to establish a free healthcare clinic in Biloxi, Mississippi—a project she continued to support for the remainder of her life. For Frances, her family, faith, and medical practice were her life. She loved to sing, play harmonica, give gifts, and support her favorite charities—Share House, the Salvation Army, and others. Placing little value on material possessions, she possessed a depth of knowledge and compassion rarely equaled. A mother who loved her children every day of their lives, who sang to them when they were sick, she taught them to strive to live an authentic, ethical life of purpose, meaning, and service. It's such a cliché, but the world really is a better place because she was here.

In her final years, Frances often grieved over “the mechanization of medicine” and the subsequent deterioration of personal aspects of caring for the sick. Her spare time was spent with family, friends at the Firstenberg Center, and her beloved four-legged friends. She loved tending her roses, going for walks, enjoyed scenic drives, browsing bookstores, and going out for coffee, ice cream, or a cheeseburger.

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This is a wonderful excerpt, posted from a friend:
"I'm sharing this from someone who is keenly aware of the sharp pain of grief. It is such a wonderful expression of why I (and others) share memories of those we have loved and lost. ♡
I know you don’t understand. I’m so thankful you don’t. I know time has passed. Somehow, the world kept turning, even when mine stopped. I’m back on the ride now, reluctantly, sometimes half-heartedly, but I’m showing up. I know I am changed. I forever will be. Maybe that’s what happens when you kiss a piece of your heart goodbye.
I know it’s hard to hear, see, comprehend. When you tossed around words like “stuck” or “move on”, I wanted to explain it all to you, not with anger or spite. No, friend. I wanted to explain the tenderness, the sweetness, the deep love that doesn’t fit into the neat lines and acceptable boundaries of this world. I wanted to tell you about the richness of it all, yet the words seemed to fail. Some sentiments and explanations are bigger than me, bigger than answers, bigger than I can succinctly share.
There are so many things I wanted to tell you, and in an effort to package it all nicely into a brief statement, thoughts and feelings have spent months running rampant through my mind, demanding to be felt, experienced, shared. It’s something bigger than me, bigger than any person or situation. It’s about death and a love that is greater.
So, I talk about "her"…
I talk about "her" because grief doesn’t need to be experienced silently, especially when the silence is fueled by stigma and shame.
I talk about "her" because frankly, acknowledging her is more important than the discomfort of acquaintances. As much as I never want to alienate people, she's as familiar to me now as the air that I am breathing.
I talk about "her", because it’s my prerogative. In a culture of bravely making your own choices, no matter which direction others are going in, this is mine.
I talk about "her", because it’s one way I process and feel. Feelings demand to be felt, I’m learning, and the stuffing and pushing aside doesn’t leave room for the wounds to heal.
I talk about "her", not because I’m stuck or because I haven’t moved on, but I talk about her because I am hers, and she is mine, and no passage of time will ever change that.
I talk about her, not because I’m constantly living in pain. I’m not anymore, but in my world, this is my normal, and I’d rather live honestly and out loud. Joy, love, happiness, and gratefulness are my everyday, but so are death, loss, heartache, and grief.
Even more so…
I talk about her because I’m proud.
I talk about her, because she deserves to be remembered.
I talk about her, because even though she’s not physically with me, she’s never far from my mind.
I talk about her because she’s part of me, a part that I could never ignore or disown.
I talk about her because I love her still, and I always will. Forever. Nothing will ever change that."
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Wonderful article! How I feel about you, Mom!
Still love and miss you so much even though it's been a year. xoxoxoxo
Suzane Koch (Daughter)
June 10th, 2016
Mom, just 4 more days and it will have been a year since you passed on. I've thought of you every day and missed you. When someone you love dies, the first year is full of so many "first's"--the first time you were not here for us to celebrate your birthday. The first Thanksgiving and Christmas that you were not here. All the birthdays--mine, Deb's, Martin's, Sue's, all the rest. We all missed not getting a call or a card from you.

Much has changed in the world since you left, some good, some not so good. These were the types of changes you and I used to talk about, even argue about. I miss those conversations. They were unique and special, like you. You were one of a kind mom--a maverick on a mission. And for all I know, you still are. I love you.
Timothy Storlie (Son)
June 7th, 2016
Dear Family of Frances,

I'm sorry that you are experiencing the mourning of losing a love one. Many if not all of us has experienced this, but I would like to share a brief scripture that will may just bring you comfort.

(Revelation 21:4) And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”

Thanks for reading.
Nate Sam (Neighbor)
August 19th, 2015
Although I never met Frankie, I remember hearing stories from Deb and Tim about her remarkable life and contributions. To read here about her commitment to our world has inspired me to strive to be a better world citizen serving those whose voices are seldom heard and helping my colleagues in healthcare to rediscover and stay connected with the reason they entered healthcare in the first place. Frankie never forgot that. Her legacy lives on.
Nancy Pennell (Tim and Deb's Friend)
June 21st, 2015
Tim and Debra,
What a beautiful honoring of an amazing woman! Thank you so much for sharing her remarkable life story.

My thoughts and prayers are with you both, and also with your family!

Much love, Claire
Claire Morency (Friend)
June 20th, 2015
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"Keep a light on for me Mom--just like you used to do when I was a teenager. Yes, it used to annoy my young arrogant mind, yet it was always comforting to know you were there, loving me, hoping I was safe. Keep a light on for me mom. I love you!"
Timothy Storlie
June 10th, 2016
"Mom, I will miss taking you to buy coffee cake & coffee for your "Bank Ladies" at Umpqua. They loved your surprises!! I'll miss our "Day of Shopping" for your grandkids & addressing all your cards. Mostly, Mom, I will dearly miss YOU!! (As alw"
Suzane Koch
November 13th, 2015
"I will miss our walks up to Critter Country, Frankie--you always got ahead of me--and I will miss you!"
Rod Koch
June 20th, 2015
"I miss sitting on the couch with you watching 'Andre and baking with you at your house before you sold it. I love you Grammy."
Jaden Patten
June 19th, 2015
"To even count the ways & reasons I will miss you would take forever. Besides Mom & Dad you were my constant since my life began. There is a hole now that will never be filled until I see you again. Oh heart hurts tonight. I miss you so."
Amy Patten
June 19th, 2015
"Gramma Frankie.....I will miss your bubbly laugh that made your eyes squint, singing together, making music, and going out to Dairy Queen."
Kathryn Burchett
June 18th, 2015
"I'll miss you every single day, Mom! --Suzane"
Suzane Koch
June 18th, 2015
"I love you mom."
Timothy Storlie
June 17th, 2015


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