
Before my brother's wedding in April, 1990-something, I hadn't seen Mom since 1980, when the going plan was that we would be moving out of the country. Taran and I made the trip to see her from our Ohio home. She remembered that trip -- we had a great time. She gave Taran a new mint-in-the-box talking Flip Wilson doll and asked me often over the years if he still had it (He didn't. He didn't even remember it -- and I understand it commands a high price these days to collectors -- but he did move out of the country for a number of years so I assured her he did.) I remember she made my favorite fried chicken (no one makes it like she did!) and we laughed a lot. Only the twins were left at home, and somewhere I have photos of them they will never forgive me for taking.

I knew Mom wasn't well. What I wasn't prepared for was the phone call I'd made to her the week before she died. She was so angry! Not with me, not with any of the kids around her or those who cared for her daily - but with God himself. She had been getting progressively worse over several years - heart failure and Myasthenia Gravis -- and , she told me, several weeks before her doctor had told her she had about 2 weeks, on the outside. She'd gone about her business, making sure everything was taken care of
and she was ready, she told me. She was ready and she was still here! She was furious at that! Another reminder that a person can love someone (God) and still be angry with him. Before we could get up there, she was gone.
No one will call me Princess anymore. I am glad she was able to know at least some of what I call "my" family downstate from where she lived. I am also grae
too many photos for me to edit, I suppose. I wanted to add that I am grateful Mother got to know the family around me here, and hold Zoey, her first great great granddaughter, Zoey.
ReplyDeleteVery nice... She was a fire cracker!!
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