Jane K Lesher

Jane Katherine Lesher, RN (MSN, UMKC 1988; BSN, Avila College, 1974), age 70, passed away on 22 May 2023, surrounded by her family members who she treasured dearly.

 

Jane's most recent location for professional nursing practice--Kansas City Palliative Care and Hospice--and a host of fellow nurses in the greater KC metropolitan region who had worked with her over the past five decades, join the family and dearest friends to "...wash and wrap love around sorrow / Because sometimes, that's all we can do" (Daily Prayer with the Corrymeela Community,  Pádraig Ó Tuama ).

 

Jane is survived by her husband, Dix Moser, of Austin, TX., her brothers, David (Columbus, Ohio) and Matt (Teresa) of Austin, TX, Dix's brother Ned (Pam) of Cedar Park, TX., friends: Ed of Miami, FL. and Santander, Colombia, and Cindy of Kansas City, Missouri. Jane's parents preceded her in death. Before completing her entry-to-nursing formation at Avila, Jane had lived in Kansas City where her father served a Lutheran congregation as pastor.

 

Jane and Dix downsized from a house to an RV, well before her cancer diagnosis, and retirement in 2020. They lived in their sizable RV with two devoted dogs, Ziggy and Tara. Following post-op stabilization at UKMC (2021), they used their RV home to trek from Kansas City to Austin, via Colorado, New Mexico, and Texas, spending a month on the Texas Gulf Coast, before settling in at Cottonwood Creek RV Park, near Dripping Springs, TX. In the Spring of 2022 they took a long road trip across a bunch of states to see just how "...this land was made for you and me." Loving the ocean and mountain vistas they visited along their meandering trek to the Pacific coast, Jane and Dix returned to the Austin metro area--near her family members--as her energy waned and death knocked.

 

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

 

Dance, Jane, the music is heavenly.

 

Jane’s obituary, written by Ed