A friend's mother died in the early hours of this morning. She was in her 90s and had lived a pretty darned good life. She was a feisty woman and had no qualms about speaking her mind about anything. She'd flirt with and try to pick up men who were even 75 years her junior. She had a wide range of interests and did her best to keep up with what was going on in our world.
She'd gone to the hospital three days ago from her home which she shared with her daughter. It was obvious at that time that this was the end. Her children and grandchildren from around the country arrived and had time to be with her before she died.
Over the next 2 days they spent time in her room, talking to her and telling the stories of their childhood. They did a lot of laughing and enjoyed their time together. They were there with her, and she could still hear them, reviewing the life that they had together. They got to say their individual goodbyes and said goodbye as a group. It was the perfect send off for her.
Marion, I'm glad I had the honor of knowing you. You gave my teen-aged daughter hope that being old didn't mean being dull. Your company at picnics in our yard was special. You gave Del someone to talk to about farming and the old days. I loved the way you'd say to Helene after I'd done something for you, "I like her." In the last years, each time that you saw me, it was as if you'd not met me before and I was a new character in your play. I kind of liked that!
I know you were looking forward to seeing your mom and dad again. I'm glad you are now able to be with them. And all the cats who have come through your life I'm sure are waiting for you too. I'm going to miss you. Peace be yours.
