Sunday, July 21, 2013

In Loving Memory

Mom passed away last Saturday afternoon of just plain old age and wore-outedness. She was comfy in her bed holding her eldest son Bob's  hand with her right, and her youngest daughter Marilyn's hand with her left. She just slowed down and then stopped. The room was clean and well-lighted filled with little objects of comfortable use or beloved decoration.

 We had her memorial service yesterday down in North Bend at the First Christian Church on upper Sherman Avenue, the church all us kids grew up loving and being desperately bored by, the church that represented so much in Mom's life, social and spiritual for more than 60 years. Many of her friends were there, many were awaiting her in that home in the sky, or not, as the case may actually be.
She had such a good long run I can hardly be sad. May we all lead such lives of discovery and refinement and forgiveness.
They buried her the day before, on a hill in the sunshine, next to our Dad, dear long-gone Bob, and very near her latest and second only loveing companion and husband Alan while we all stood around and watched as the serious and well-trained workmen with their precise equipments carted and levered and filled just so.
 I will miss her. I already do, but I have to say also, that I feel extraordinarily free as well, and we shall see whether or not this is a good thing to feel.

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