wolfdancer
09-27-2004, 01:35 PM
My Mom died peacefully on sat eve, with my sisters at her side, comforting her. She was 92, survived two world wars, the Great Depression,several heart attacks, two broken arms, recent cancer surgery, and several Republic administrations (hopefully, we'll all survive this one). A stroke on thurs was too much to overcome.
She'll be buried next to her husband, my stepfather. They had a long,loving relationship. "Dad" was a first rate practical joker, and world class impregnator. Five healthy kids, and four miscarriages in 10 years. Mom was serious, and the natural object of his pranks...in the end though, she would laugh along with the rest of us. I may have "inherited" my own weird sense of humor from him.
Like my sisters and brother, I'm both saddened at her passing, and relieved that her pain is over. I'm going home,for the funeral, not to grieve, but to celebrate her long life.
Oddly, I had posted this, the other day, in reply to one of Barbara's posts:
Motto to live by:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention
of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but
rather of skidding in sideways, champagne in one hand,
strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally
worn out and screaming "WOO HOO - what a ride!"
She certainly got the most out of a worn, frail body, and while champagne was not her drink, she enjoyed life to the end.
Please give your mom a call, or a hug...
She'll be buried next to her husband, my stepfather. They had a long,loving relationship. "Dad" was a first rate practical joker, and world class impregnator. Five healthy kids, and four miscarriages in 10 years. Mom was serious, and the natural object of his pranks...in the end though, she would laugh along with the rest of us. I may have "inherited" my own weird sense of humor from him.
Like my sisters and brother, I'm both saddened at her passing, and relieved that her pain is over. I'm going home,for the funeral, not to grieve, but to celebrate her long life.
Oddly, I had posted this, the other day, in reply to one of Barbara's posts:
Motto to live by:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention
of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but
rather of skidding in sideways, champagne in one hand,
strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally
worn out and screaming "WOO HOO - what a ride!"
She certainly got the most out of a worn, frail body, and while champagne was not her drink, she enjoyed life to the end.
Please give your mom a call, or a hug...