Mary M. Klooster

Mary Margaret Klooster, 75, Bismarck, passed away on Jan. 12, 2021 at her home.

Mass of Christian burial will be held 1:30 p.m. Friday, Jan. 15, at Church of Corpus Christi, 1919 N. 2^nd St. Bismarck. To view the service livestream beginning at 1:30 p.m., click here: https://www.facebook.com/CorpusBismarck/

Interment will be held at the North Dakota Veterans Cemetery, Mandan.

Mary was born to Paul and Hilda (Reyerson) Becker on Feb 21, 1945. She was raised in Bismarck and was one of seven children. She graduated from St. Mary’s High School in 1963. While raising a family she attended Bismarck State College for Medical Administration. She worked in retail for several years and at St. Alexius Hospital administration where she retired.

On June 10, 1966 Mary was united in marriage to James Klooster. They made their home in Bismarck and were blessed with six children: Mary Elizabeth, Roslyn (Joe) Wolf, Glen Ullin, Renae (Dan) Carlson, West Fargo, Scott (Katie), Duvall, Wash., Robert (Jill), Tampa Bay, Fla., and John, West Fargo; 11 grandchildren, Thomas, Danielle, Victoria, Chase, Nick, Father Jarad Wolf, Emily, Laura, Nathan, Luke, Sydney, Hannah and Ali; three great grand-children, Kabri, Kai and Delaney.

Mary was preceded in death by her infant daughter Mary Elizabeth; parents Paul and Hilda Becker and her brother Bobby.

She is survived by Paulette (Vern) Schatz, Carolyn (Ron) Decker, Patricia (Ken) Sokolski, Father Paul Becker and Susan (Chuck) Bosch.

In lieu of flowers, memorials are preferred to Corpus Christi Catholic Church food pantry, 1919 N. 2nd St., Bismarck, North Dakota, 58501.

God bless and love you.

The Child Awakens

The child says let me speak

 for I have much to say.

Where have you been

You seem so far away.

Where is you smile

I needed it today.

What do you mean

there is no time to play?

I do hear you

the sadness is deafening.

Be happy, please

this is my prayer.

The time will come

when you will be gone.

What music will be left

if there was no song?

Wait, the child awakens

to hear a voice of joy.

She hears the music

 of a woman grown.

It Shouts to be free

and happiness abounds.

Smiles, singing and laughter

are encompassing her soul.

God’s love is the music

and her life is His song

-Mary M. Klooster

Comes The Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.

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