Everything changed when she died that summer, 2005. Holidays weren’t the same, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas. This is not a new story — people who have lost loved ones experience a variety of emotions at certain times of the year.
She loved Christmas. WE loved Christmas. She decorated over the years, but particularly with a Victorian flair after her retirement.
Christmas, unknown year (1999 or early 2000s), Mom’s house, Winchester, Indiana Copyright Notice: You do not have permission to download or copy this photo without obtaining it from me. Thank you.
It was twelve years ago today. It was approximately 3:45pm. It was a Monday.
I got there about 25 minutes before then, maybe fewer. Her fluids were unhooked. I just sat with her. She was so cold. So cold. Her hands were freezing cold. I held them. Continue reading
I loved my mother so much, although I often had a strange way of showing it. But she was my best friend, my companion. We had so much fun, particularly after I became an adult. She understood me, but she couldn’t help me. Continue reading
My Aunt Janie died 15 years ago today. She was my aunt by marriage, but when I was a child growing up, I didn’t know that. I just knew her as Aunt Janie.
She was married to one of my mother’s brothers, and they were the parents of my three cousins, all older than me. We didn’t see them daily, but I always liked it when we did.
When my cousin called me that afternoon, Valentine’s Day 2002, I knew why she was on the other end of the phone. Aunt Janie had been battling breast cancer off and on for years, and it had finally taken hold and would not let go. Aunt Janie was on hospice in Winter 2002. Aunt Janie died on Valentine’s Day.
Lively, living, loving her daughter as a best friend, enduring my uncle’s eccentricities and not-so-niceties, always active, wonderful Aunt Janie.
You are dearly missed by your children and by me.
I wish I could give you a big hug.
After a divorce in 2014, for my own emotional and physical health, I chose to begin to see the holidays differently. Fraught with expectations and memories, Thanksgiving and Christmas were mixed with things to look forward to and many let downs. It took me a long time to realize Continue reading