Well, it's been a long road... But no matter what she always found a smile, or someway to laugh at her predicament. Even when she was in so much pain she could hardly walk, and even when she couldn;t breath well. We always managed to find something to laugh at. That was her. My son Jake called her "our little GeeGee".
We played scrabble, which she started playing with Gail who started out as a volunteer from the town of WH as a "friendly visitor", and for the last 2 years or so, came over every Wednesday to play from 2-5p.
She has a best friend Mary who they have known each other since before marriage, and they still talked nightly, and visited when she could.
Her sister Angela always called daily as well, although with my moms memory and hearing worsening was sometimes a challenge.
She was lucky to have them.
She loved to play cards until her memory no longer allowed her to, thats when she swithced to scrabble. She was darn good at it too.
She loved to visit with anyone, she just loved company, she would make time for anyone anywhere.
To anyone who visited in the last few years, please know it meant the world to her! You'll never know how much it helped her.
She had quite a repertoire of songs from the old days that we all learned, most of them rated PG-R
Every Holiday she made little hot dogs like only she can make, and macaroni and cheese, and a shrimp appetizer. We are going to miss that this holiday season.
She would rip the crust off her daily sandwiches so she had something to feed the birds.
She was a giver.
She had a great faith in the catholic church and except for the last 3 years or so, was actively committed to church, which I admired about her alot. No matter what she was feeling, she did her Rosary and watched church on TV instead of going, because she could no longer get into the church anymore.
I was thankful to have her for as long as I did. We talked about the family, we poured through old photos, and paper work bringing back memories, and hoping to maybe throw something out, but that was a rarity.
As much work as her care demanded, especially in the last 2 years, I would do it all over again, in a minute.
She fought to the end, I was so amazed by her strength...
If I can be anything like her, I would be very proud.
I'll miss her, but I'm happy she is no longer in pain, and can dance and bowl, and sing, and yodel once more.
Love your daughter,