This blog began as a way to capture time with Mom as she was going through her heart surgery journey. It turned into a diary of her last days. I have read through some of my posts and feel so sad that she was in so much pain there at the end. But I am glad that now she suffers no more.
This has been a weekend of laughter and memories with Christine, Pat and Bob, Kelly, Chip and Myrriah and David and Leanne. We have been looking at pictures (which I will scan) and old home movies - Mom was such a beautiful lady. She always had a smile whenever the camera was on her. I'm glad there are some snippets of when she was very young and we can see how vibrant she once was. All of us were a lot more thin back in those days!
I've thought about ending the blog but there are so many more memories to share that I think I will continue writing. Maybe change the title to Grammy @ 88 and start scanning old pictures and jot down some stories so our kids and grandkids will know who she was and how much she meant to us. And it can be a way we can rejoice for having such a good mom. I've got a couple of years of stuff in a journal and tons of stories I remember and I'm sure all of you do as well. I'll make sure this blog is open for all to post. We'll just continue it as long as we have material - 88 years is a long time to capture and Mom had quite a life!
thanks for keeping this going Sue. It feels a little strange not having something formal, but perhaps this type of thing would be a more fitting and lasting tribute. I look forward to reading the future posts
ReplyDeleteIt is so funny to me the way our brains work. The oddest memories keep flashing through my mind. Grinding tomatoes in the back yard, mom on stage, baking bread, using scotch tape to give us even bangs when she cut our hair. Like photographs in a slideshow. Her showing me how she operated the huge camera at Zayre, or singing along with my piano practice. She was never not involved with what was going on around her. She was so proud of all of us and so willing to forgive. I loved when she laughed til she cried or when she would send me $5.oo just to 'get yourself something nice'. Her goofy attempts at drawing on the computer and her beautiful paintings. Especially, I will miss just hearing her voice at the other end of the phone saying "Hi, Chris, it's Mom"
ReplyDeleteI remember her laugh most of all. Bob and I went to a movie years ago at the old theater in Milford - it may have even been before we were married. I think the movie was one of the Pink Panther ones. In the middle of the movie I heard her roaring with laughter. We hadn't gone together and in fact until that point I didn't even know she was there. But from that moment on I think I enjoyed listening to her reaction more than watching the movie! Her laugh was one of a kind :-)
ReplyDeleteIt was a Pink Panther movie, Pat! When she came home that night she was still laughing hysterically! Every time she tried to tell us about it she would start all over again, laughing until she was crying!
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