It is with a very heavy heart that I say my beautiful mother passed away November 3rd.
Thirty-three days in the hospital was a very long time to keep her spirits up, but Mom’s grace was always in check even as her taste buds and tolerance for cream of wheat and red jello wained. Despite the difficulties she faced during her surprising and brief illness, she almost always had a smile on her face and a kind word for the nurses and doctors-- if even if that "kind word" was a request for a hot fudge sundae.
After lengthy conversations with doctors, Mom made a very clear and thoughtful decision to stop treatment and all the poking, prodding and unsuccessful procedures repeatedly prescribed to her. They weren’t working and she knew it. Mom wanted to be back in her home, and her own bed, with her dog and cat curled up beside her. She was not afraid of her decision to leave the hospital and placed herself completely in God’s hands.
These past several weeks have been heartbreaking, as you might imagine, but at the same time, my siblings and I, along with my 12 nieces and nephews, all had the same comforting and heart-felt knowledge about our mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.
We. Were. Loved.
And our mother took her job as a parent very seriously.
Mom supported and encouraged our interests, hobbies and studies attending every dance recital, horse show, school function, sporting event, party, ceremony, divorce, birth, Grandparent Day, concert, graduation, and community events we participated in-- And she was present and happy to do so.
She showed us through her friendships what it meant to be a friend, and she gave us the tools we needed to grow into responsible adults and parents. She helped us raise our children and taught us through example to work hard for what we wanted.
Mom gave us confidence with the absolute knowledge that no matter where she lived, she would always have a “no-questions-asked” policy if we ever needed to come back home again-- With open arms she provided a bed or an extra seat at the dinner table for as long as we needed help. She was our safe haven and always had our backs.
Our mother was always a woman of prayer and devout faith who taught us to worship the Lord in whatever way that worked best for us. Regardless if we followed her exact path or not, mom prayed we had a relationship with God and she made no judgement of how we participated-- although sometimes not so subtly-- like during the 70s when she would answer the phone “Good Evening God loves you”-- a statement that was absolutely horrifying to us as teenagers.
Her funeral on a Sunday seemed fitting because it was Mom’s favorite day of the week. Starting with Church in the morning, always sitting in the same front pew on the right side-- a spot she told us she picked so us kids would have to behave ourselves during services-- and ending the day with her calling each of my siblings and me to “count noses” as she’d say, to make sure we were all okay, even if she’d seen or spoken to us countless times that week already. It was our mom being our mom.
So tonight instead of hearing her voice to check in, the five of us will remember our mother and...
The incredible amount of butter she enjoyed consuming on a daily basis...
Her wearing layers of sweaters even in 90 degree weather...
The smile on her face when she ate ice cream...
And S’ agapaw -- a secret code for I love you.
We will remember how mom loved her 29 cent lectures from her mentor, protector, advisor and best friend-- her sister, and how she had a smile reserved just for her when she called her durdle-der...
And how she was the best mother-in-law ever...
Her "love 'em and hug 'em" parenting advice...
And “Flapping her wings” to help us fly home to her safely.
We’ll remember how dinners together as a family were very important to mom...
How there was always room at her table for one more...
And how she always ended Grace by saying “Make us mindful of our need for You, Lord, and our need for each other”.
We will remember how she would undress her newborn grandbabies to count their fingers and toes...
And how she blessed their foreheads when she saw them...
And how much she loved her extended family like they were her own.
With appreciation, we will remember how she kept her cool during heated teenage battles with “That’s okay, I love you enough for both of us”.
And we will remember mom’s endless wave-- Mom would stand in her driveway or front window and wave good-bye every single time we’d leave her home-- Waving with both arms until our cars were completely out of sight.
When mom passed in her home it was heart-breaking and beautiful all at the same time. She made it very clear to us that she wanted it to be quiet so she could have her eyes wide open so as as not to miss any part of her journey-- And that’s how it was, with a peaceful smile on her face and a calmness we have never witness before, mom reached up to heaven on the wings of her deep, deep faith and gently graduated to heaven.
When the funeral director came to take mom away-- who also happened to be a lifelong friend, he gently wrapped her in a hug and placed her in his vehicle. Our family instinctively followed him outside and all stood in her driveway. Together, we waved, with both arms, one last time, until our mom was completely out of sight-- But she will be in our hearts forever.
Joanna