Today would have been my mother’s 93rd birthday. She crossed over on March 16th – something that my siblings and I thought we were ready for, but we weren’t. I really don’t t hink that you can be ready for something like this.
We were very fortunate in that my sister found a very nice group home for my mother to live in. She was able to be surrounded by things that she liked, including her books, and her koala and teddy bears. She liked where she was, and my sister lived very close, so we could do face times, and it took my sister no time to get there whenever the care-givers called with a issue (or an impending issue). She had excellent medical care, and was in minimal pain.
It is very hard to move forward without my mother, even though we did not always agree on things. She was very much a “people person”, and enjoyed gardening and being with people. For many years one of her favorite activities was working with Adopt-A-Pet, an organization that works with caring for and rehoming stray dogs, and dogs that were turned in by their owners. She worked very hard to help them attain their 501-C3 (non-profit) status.
Unfortunately my mother died during the pandemic (but not of COVID-19). While a physical issue that I have would have prevented me from being there anyway, her funeral was limited in many ways. There were only five family members at the funeral, and they had to walk to the gravesite from the cemetary gate (not a long distance). They had to practice social distancing, which made it hard for them to console each other.
It has been six weeks since her death – many days it seems much longer. I am blessed in that the human race has a tendency to remember the good, and forget the bad. At least I do. I remember that my mother instilled in all of us a love for reading, for being the best people that we could be, and for helping others.
Mom, know that we love you, and will always honor your teaching.