This began on March 8, 2011.
It chronicles Mom’s journey of almost three years. Thank you SO MUCH for all your thoughts, prayers, cards, flowers and visits, beginning with her February 22, 2011, admission to Howard County General through her years at Lorien until she left this earth for heaven on February 17, 2014. She is now with the good Lord, and reunited with many family and friends who went before her. Regular blog entries ended on March 8, 2014, but periodic updates on news about the family will continue.
Mom would like that.
Makes me think of Nannie. August 15 was her birthday. Mom’s mom’s mom. Born in Carrollton, GA in 1888. She was so beloved…coming to live with Mom and Daddy when Mom was pregnant with me…to help with the new baby. She stayed 14 years. I must have been a lot to take care of – ha!
Mom died six months ago today. This morning was tough as I was reliving that day. The call at 7:30 a.m.; the drive to Lorien, arriving at 8:35 a.m. Talking to Mom on one side of the bed while Wayne was on the other; Mom sitting up, eyes glazed and unresponsive. Getting through to a couple of folks so they could say their goodbyes by phone. Then…coming back into the room after Mom’s “clean up”, telling her I loved her and at 9:45 a.m. watching her take her last breath. My friend, Clare, said her dad’s passing on August 2 was just as peaceful. Eyes open. Last breath. Mouth opening up…as if to call to the angels.
Scott and I took Wayne to lunch today. We spoke of it being six months. Wayne said, she’s still my wife. I still love her as much, if not more. I said, she’s still my mom and I feel the same. We went to the new Seasons 52 at Columbia Mall for what turned out to be a much shorter lunch than planned because Wayne’s plumber called that he was there early to fix the water which wasn’t working at the Hardy Road house. But we did have enough time to eat, see his pictures of the trip to Glacier National Park, and for Wayne to give me a box of “things”, plus some LUSCIOUS tomatoes! YAY!
The box contained three pair of my baby shoes (really, Mom!), three Cosmopolitan magazines from 1970 and 1972, Mom’s business card as “Ann Taylor” when she worked at Betty Gray Personnel, some reprints of headlines/first page of the Baltimore Evening Sun between 1917 and 1963, and MOM’S DIARY FROM 1947. I’ve read about a month’s worth and plan to read it all. I used to write in a diary. I wonder where those darn things are? Suspect they’d provide some insights into my teenage thinking, just as my Mom’s 1947 diary is already doing for me! Pretty amazing! I hope everyone is enjoying the summer! As for me, I’m ready for autumn. It’s my favorite time of year. Love, Laura
I was doing so well yesterday. Red roses (conquered). Memorable dinner (delicious). Great time at the ball park (Nats win 11-0). Scott. Andy. Nina. Good memories coming out. (YAY MOM!)
Then at 9:52 p.m., my dear friend, Clare texts me. It just says, “Dad’s gone”. I lost it.
Really? Clare’s dad dies on Mom’s birthday. Clare’s dad was 90 y.o. and had been in hospitals and care facilities since December 2013 and she’d been the medical POA overseeing his care. She and I talked often by FB and face to face (thanks to regular get togethers and vacation time together) about her Dad’s medical status. Clare is my high school friend from Glen Burnie High…we’ve known each other since middle school days and got reacquainted while planning our high school reunion. Last fall, Clare and her beau, Bill, stayed with us for the weekend and the four of us went out to Carroll County and we had a lovely visit with Mom on what was a delightful day. Clare and I had dinner together three days after Mom died. It was an evening to remember. That Saturday, she and Bill came to the services for Mom and the supper afterwards. Such a blessing…
I couldn’t sleep very well last night and I’ve spent most of today so far by myself intentionally. Scott had to go to work to catch up on 4 projects. I watched my church service as I didn’t feel like being with anyone. I took a 2 hour drive. I’ve done a bunch of things around the house to feel productive. Also have started re-reading my grief books. I realized that going to Clare’s dad’s services, whenever they will be, will represent the SIXTH funeral/memorial service THIS YEAR that I’ve been involved in…
Mom (February). Colleague at work Rob Toatley (March). Mentor David Kornreich (April). My assistant’s dad Henry Cruz (May). My training director’s dad Roy Shaul (July) and now Louis Martone (Aug).
I think I am going to go get on the treadmill and walk…walk…walk.
P.S. LATER….. two and a half miles on the treadmill and a sweet note from Hope, along with a well-timed FB message from Cindy… I love how the Lord looks out for me.
Mom would have been 84 y.o. today. She would have LOVED to know (I guess she does…) that Samantha and Justin got married yesterday. They “eloped” which was planned, but a wonderful picture snapped by her friend Colleen Wynn made it to Facebook of their kiss after their vows. It looked perfect. Wayne and Randy are on their way to Glacier Park in Montana today, so a lot of “doin’s” for sure.
Earlier today, I talked to Mom’s BFF Mary Hackman and we commented about not buying a birthday card for Mom this year. Mom RELISHED counting her cards, as well as all the lunches and dinners with friends and family to celebrate what was usually her birthday MONTH…at least before the Lorien days. I struggled with what to do today to honor her and went back and forth with ideas. What I settled on was making her favorite meal…at least one of them. Scott, Andy, Nina and I are going to have dinner together and I am going to make…. Filet Mignon. Lobster tail. Caprese salad. Roasted asparagus. And yes, of course, bananas Foster for dessert.
Another thing. Red roses. I used to LOVE giving and receiving them until June 13, 1980 when Daddy died. He was in the funeral home for three days….long wake. And every day, I put a fresh red rose on his lapel. I loathed red roses after that and only bought them when I went to Baltimore to visit his gravesite. Scott knows to never send me red roses because of what they represent. It might be time to figure out how to once again give red roses…to Mom. It aligns with what I think about red roses in some way, but maybe it can help me remember and honor both of my parents.
Love you and miss you, Mom!
Some days you just get to spend time with Mother Earth. This was another labor of love project. Andy has been on assignment and/or on shifts that take him away from his wonderful townhome a lot this year. It’s tough to be a homeowner in that type of situation. I volunteered (and pretty much voluntold my wonderful husband) that we’d take on a yard project to transform Andy’s weed infested area beside his driveway. This is like a project we’ve done at our townhome and Scott helped me do at my old townhome in Germantown.
So, today was the day we worked at Andy’s townhome. Six hours of sweat equity and not all that much in $$. We’d killed the grass with Roundup in June so the digging could begin. Today was weeding, tilling, rock removal, top soil, paver laying, mulching, etc. I’ve decided to order coral bells (sun loving perennials) for the front of the bed. Andy came back to town this afternoon, so I met Andy and Nina for sushi (after showering) while Scott took the tiller back to the rental place. Andy was impressed and grateful. Nice to do something for your son. Enjoy the four pictures below. Thanks to Scott for his amazing expertise. He’s a rock star husband. We are both so exhausted that we are trying to stay up until it gets dark before we go to sleep! :-)
Well, Scott and I got home today from our two week, multi-episode vacation. I have a story to tell Mom about the last 36 hours of it. Wow. I can see her eyes and facial expressions now. Filled with horror, sadness, hurt and embarrassment for me. Nothing that will end the world or anything like that. But for Mom, who’s known me for 58 years and is well aware of what I put into my culinary talents for them to be special, I am confident that she’s horrified in heaven and wishes nothing more than to be able to put her arms around me right now and give me a great, big hug. I certainly do FEEL that hug. Suffice it to say that some people just don’t think or “whatever”. I’m sure in 5 or 50 years, I’ll get over it, but it will take some divine healing, believe me. For those of you who want to know more, send me a private message. Some of you are in my FB community, too and strangely enough, I want to be sensitive to the feelings of others about what happened…
OTHER THAN THAT, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?
Ok – no more drama. We enjoyed a lovely visit with Kori, Eleanor and Eden these past 48 hours. If you are a FB friend, you’ve already seen this one. Unmitigated happiness on both faces. Eleanor at 4 1/2 y.o. was an absolute delight. She drew pictures, played “Fish”, went exploring with us, and even brought her “cheers cup” to “cheers” with “her LaLa”, as I’m now known. Pretty awesome. As we re-enter the world of meetings and e-mails and endless commitments tomorrow, I plan to work on remembering all the good parts of our two week vacation…some of which I’ve already shared with you.While we were gone, Samantha turned 23 y.o. (July 11), and Hope is cavorting around Florida burning up the social schedule in an incredible way. Wayne is getting ready for his upcoming trip at the end of the month and Andy begins a new assignment tomorrow, somewhat locally. I hope the summer is treating you well so far. This coming Thursday will be five months. Ridiculous.