My mother, Joanne Sloan, died when I was only 13 - leaving me with about 9 years worth of memories. Marjorie married my dad when I was 15, leaving me with 50 years worth of memories. And, oh, there are some wonderful memories!
A special memory --- Once we were all in our beds at night, ready for sleep, someone would pipe up with, "Boy, ice cream sounds good." Another would say, "With bananas!" It would continue with chocolate sauce, whipped cream, nuts, and even a cherry on the top. By this time, we were all hungry for that banana split. The first one out of bed to make one, was greeted with the chiming in of "Make one for me too!"
She was 42 when she married Dad. Throughout their marriage, I've never seen two people so in love. They were always together, whether playing golf, fixing dinner, working in the yard and garden, or just watching television. I still remember them dancing in the kitchen to Big Band music.
After Dad passed in 1999, she continued to work. And work she did until she was in her mid-80s! At the age of 84, Mom and I went on a Caribbean cruise. What a wonderful time we had! We explored St. Thomas and St. Maarten and enjoyed both places so very much.
In 2012, with her health failing, she made the move to assisted living and in 2013 she moved to the skilled area of the same nursing home.
Then, in December, she became much worse with renal failure. Even though her last days could be termed "unresponsive," she knew we were with her.
Events occurred during those final days that can only be referred to as truly amazing.
One of the days, she opened her eyes so wide. She stared at the ceiling, moving her head back and forth. Finally, a long "Ahhh" was said. About the only thing she did say for nine days. The next day, she tried to sit up and was reaching out, looking at the corner.
She saw "something." Whether it was the angels, Dad, or maybe even other deceased family members, we'll never know until we reach that time in our life's journey.
I'll miss you Mom. Now you are with the angels.