The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
-Edgar Allan Poe
It should be no surprise I write to honor her . . .
It was the first crisp, fall day that we had, Monday, October 16, 2017, we were called to gather at her side. Some of us traveled minutes, while others traveled for what seemed an eternity. She was dying, and we were asked, by her, to come say goodbye. While the goodbye was unspoken, the reality of our purpose in her presence was clear and mindful.
Her body was failing at a rapid rate. The reality of her life ending was upon us.
We spent that evening loving and laughing, enjoying the company of one another, appreciating and honoring the matriarch of our family. Mom-Mom hugged everyone, smiled when she could, let out a laugh here and there, and even recorded a final snap-chat. She enjoyed what would become her last meal, the flavorful dish of stuffed peppers; a comfort food for her.
I learned over the course of two days spent with my family, that we all grieve differently. Some take the lead, emotions hardened to the profession that they have done for so long. Regardless of the patient and the personal ties that connect them. Others avoid, unable to accept what is before them.
Whether it was age or the time in my life, I will remember my grandmother's passing more than all the others who passed before her. Being hands on during the process of a loved one dying is exhausting, yet something I will never forget. We cared for her, surrounded her the entire time with love and laughter.
When my time comes, I hope I am blessed with the same.
In her final moments we honored her life with the most surreal of silences.
Final breath taken.
Final heartbeat heard.
She was at peace.
The day after, a sun-filled cool autumn day, we carried out the duties of preparing for her funeral. Each of us handling a different task, I was honored to be able to help choose her final flowers.
She would have loved them.
Eternally grateful for having you with us for so many years.
All my love,
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
-Robert Louis Stevenson
I have vivid memories as a child going to sleep during daylight hours in our house on Mermaid Blvd. I remember peaking out the window to the street behind our house, as my friends continued to play. Bedtime was early as our Mom, single and working at the time, needed to maintain a schedule for us and her sanity.
Nowadays, as a parent, I relish the times we are able to lay in bed, darkness slowly falling unto us as we fall into a deep slumber. Many a nights we are up way past an appropriate bed time, enjoying the company of family, friends, and one another. But as the long summer nights get shorter and shorter with each passing week, so does my patience, and the desire to have some sort of resemblance of a schedule grows.
Luckily, we captured many memories in photo this year, as yet another summer has passed without much narrative.
Two months have come and gone, and just like that we are on the verge of ushering in sun filled days. Here is Spring in a snapshot!
We couldn't be more pleased with our project. Jamie took care of us from start to finish. The job was finished in a timely manner and with loving care. We (Steve) is super excited to organize this spring!
After nearly forty years as a nurse, she has retired. Nancy Chandler has left the building. #boom
Congratulations on your retirement Mom! What a nice celebration with your family and friends. We love you and are so happy for you!
He weighed in a little light and had a belly ache. We thought it was nerves. He worked his way through the morning, one point scored on him over the course of four matches. Last match was tough, against his teammate and friend, and it would determine the champion.
We are proud of him and his determination.
Turns out it wasn't nerves after all . . .
Tough little guy!
Watch Ben quickly get out of a precarious situation!
Steve and I have always subscribed to the notion of 'timing.' We don't rush things, we don't make rash decisions, we let things happen. And great things happen when you do.
For instance, Dottie. We weren't planning on a puppy. Yet she happened. And we couldn't be more excited to watch her grow!
Traci, a wife, mother of two boys, Special Education teacher, and sole proprietor of Eco Alternatives LLC.