My mother passed away on July 4 at the age of 92. I would have posted this much sooner, but I broke my ankle on Friday, July 13th and was in the hospital and rehab for seven weeks.
My mom had been sick since April 13th (also a Friday), got better for a short time, and then got much worse. I was with her on this journey, but I miss her so much. Right before she passed away, I was about to move into a new apartment and I got to tell her about it. She waited to make sure I would be all right and I’m happy about that. I’m glad she’s not in pain anymore because it hurt to see her suffering.
She was a Libra, so she liked to see both sides of an issue. She often said that her favorite expression was “Well, that all depends.” Here are some other things she used to say:
“How’d you know I was here?”
Me: “It’s Greg’s birthday.”
MG: “Well, I’m not sending him anything.”
“There is a destiny that makes us brothers
None goes his way alone
all that we send into the lives of others
comes back into our own”
Quoting Edward Markham, American Poet
“The world’s a goose, and them that don’t pick don’t get no feathers”
Quoting cleaning person from Kentucky who worked for my grandmother
“Don’t expect too much and you won’t be disappointed.” (I should have taken her advice more than I did because nine times out of ten, she was right)
Her motto in her senior class yearbook (Newport High School, Class of 1943) was “Good things come in small packages” which fit her to a T.
While I was going through her things after her death, I found something tucked away between two pictures she had painted. It was a poem I wrote in 1974 and she always liked it. She must have switched it around to different purses, wallets, etc. and she had held onto it all that time!
That’s all for this blog, but keep reading for more memories of my mom.