A few weeks before mom's passing, I was inspired to Marco Polo her from my kitchen in the Philippines. Stuart said she hadn't been very communicative but I told her about how I was making brownies that Grandma Luker used to make. I told her how I had her close because I was wearing a thin gold band with rubies in it every day. It was her ring. Stuart was with her when she listened to the Marco. She spoke for the first time that day. She talked a lot and she loved seeing me and was proud of the things that I had accomplished. I didn't have any idea it would be the last time I would see her in this life.
My dear and wonderful mother’s life passed
through the veil on September 8, 2019. The staff at Sunridge Assisted Living was
dressing her for church. She looked up
and smiled then was gone. I had tickets
to go home and see her, but she instead planned her last big party. On September 19, 2019 we were able to
celebrate her unique and blessed life. All
my siblings were there. All my children
were there. It was an amazing
celebration of the life of an incredible woman.
Mom lived her life as described by Hunter S. Thompson: “Life should not be a journey to the grave
with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but
rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally
worn out, and loudly proclaiming, “Wow!
What a Ride!”
