I think I can safely opine that it has been a really crappy year. The company David and I worked for – 30 years for David, 13 years for me – closed down after over 40 years in business. A co-worker who had become a close friend was lost to me. Our beloved owner passed away. David has had two surgeries, one on his shoulder, and one on his neck. The most recent surgery was on the same day that my mother passed away. I also had a kid with strep on the same day. We buried my mom yesterday. David is still struggling with pain.
But there have been blessings.
David and I were able to get new jobs, still working together, in a new company. We did not have to move… we are able to stay in this house that we love. Insurance paid for 100% of David’s surgeries.
As my mom fell very ill and it looked like this time she would not recover, almost everyone who needed to was able to come to her side to say goodbye. The one who was unable to be here was able to talk to her by phone as I held it to her ear. She was not able to talk much, but she reacted and responded to each of us, nodding and smiling. You could tell her she looked pretty and she would put on this cute, “I know it” look. She was so tired. But you could see in her eyes, she was very present, almost to the very end. These were amazing blessings.
We had tons of good help in the days between Mom’s death and the funeral yesterday. Friends who worked behind the scenes to make things easier for us. The funeral home and cemetery personnel who were so kind, and did an amazingly good job – during a holiday week, by the way. (I highly recommend Oak Crest Funeral Home in Waco.)
Those who came yesterday, as we remembered Mom and her life, were incredible blessings. There were people I have not seen in 40 years. Almost all of the people dearest to me in my whole life were there, quietly loving me and mine. I hold that close in my heart for much-needed comfort.
The Waco newspaper, the Waco Tribune-Herald, for whom Mom wrote for many years, included a lovely article about her on yesterday’s editorial page. It was a fitting tribute for a woman who loved writing and loved words.
The days to come will be hard. Mom was my number one cheerleader. Even as I write this, I half-way expect her to read it and email me with her comments (always favorable).
I’m grateful for all of the little serendipities over this past year – there were a lot of them. I grieve, but not as one without hope. You have showered us with love and prayers. We still need them going forward. Thank you, for all of it.