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Like life, way high and way low.

Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
waving as I drove away.

On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
this doubly difficult for him.

Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
the same without Mom.

I think I'll cry some more.

joan

Joan I am so sorry to hear your sad news.

But I hope in time you will come to doubly treasure those
last few days when you and your mother were together and so
busy and happy.

Cry all you need to, then smile for the good times.

(((HUGS))) from OZ
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"joan8904 in Bellevue Nebraska" wrote in
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: Like life, way high and way low.
:
: Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit
with my Mom
: on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in
the guest
: room of her senior apartment building and had my usual
great time. We
: did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and
ate at
: Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could
pay for part
: of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch
at the Red
: Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed
the 13 sock
: monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and
vests and pants.
: I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left
Sunday morning
: to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside
her apartment,
: waving as I drove away.
:
: On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a
doctor's
: appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room
with a heart
: attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last
night at 5 pm.
: My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm
sure that made
: this doubly difficult for him.
:
: Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house
to new house.
: The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry
and unpack.
: It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my
Mother. I can't
: believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her
Christmas gifts,
: always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new
house won't be
: the same without Mom.
:
: I think I'll cry some more.
:
: joan
:

OMG (((((((Joan))))))))))))) I am so sorry......

--
Cindy from MO


"joan8904 in Bellevue Nebraska" wrote in message
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Like life, way high and way low.

Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
waving as I drove away.

On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
this doubly difficult for him.

Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
the same without Mom.

I think I'll cry some more.

joan

In article . com,
"joan8904 in Bellevue Nebraska" wrote:

Like life, way high and way low.

Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
waving as I drove away.

On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
this doubly difficult for him.

Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
the same without Mom.

I think I'll cry some more.

joan


Oh, Joan! {{{{{Hugs}}}}} I'm so sorry for your loss. How fortunate that
you were able to visit her so recently, though, and to have had such a
wonderful time to remember her by.
--
Sandy in Henderson, near Las Vegas
my ISP is earthlink.net -- put sfoster1(at) in front
http://home.earthlink.net/~sfoster1

AKA Dame Sandy, Minister of Education

I am so sorry. Maybe one day soon it will help when you remember that her
last days were spent doing things she loved with one of the people she loved
the best - you. What lovely memories you will have from those days. My
great grandpa died of a heart attack at age 97 the day after he did his
usual summer's day swim at the local public pool (including several jumps
off the diving board) where they had given him a lifetime free membership.
It's been years now and we still smile thinking about what fun he had that
day.
Hugs to you and your family.
BJ in GA
"joan8904 in Bellevue Nebraska" wrote in message
ups.com...
Like life, way high and way low.

Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
waving as I drove away.

On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
this doubly difficult for him.

Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
the same without Mom.

I think I'll cry some more.

joan

joan8904 in Bellevue Nebraska wrote:

Like life, way high and way low.

Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
waving as I drove away.

On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
this doubly difficult for him.

Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
the same without Mom.

I think I'll cry some more.

joan

((((((HUGS)))))) She will always be with you. The next few months will
be hard, but things eventually get better.

--
Kate XXXXXX R.C.T.Q Madame Chef des Trolls
Lady Catherine, Wardrobe Mistress of the Chocolate Buttons
http://www.katedicey.co.uk
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joan8904 in Bellevue Nebraska wrote:
Like life, way high and way low.

Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
waving as I drove away.

How blessed you are to remember her best hale an whole and happy.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

-georg

So sorry, but glad you had these recent memories to cherish.

Linda
PATCHogue, NY

On 12 Oct 2006 15:45:46 -0700, "joan8904 in Bellevue Nebraska"
wrote:

Like life, way high and way low.

Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
waving as I drove away.

On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
this doubly difficult for him.

Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
the same without Mom.

I think I'll cry some more.

joan

So sorry, Joan. But what a wonderful last memory you have of your mom.

--
Mary
http://community.webshots.com/user/mardor1948
"joan8904 in Bellevue Nebraska" wrote in message
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: Like life, way high and way low.
:
: Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
: on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
: room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
: did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
: Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
: of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
: Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
: monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
: I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
: to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
: waving as I drove away.
:
: On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
: appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
: attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
: My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
: this doubly difficult for him.
:
: Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
: The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
: It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
: believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
: always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
: the same without Mom.
:
: I think I'll cry some more.
:
: joan
:

Joan, I'm so sorry for your loss. You have some wonderful memories to help
you through the hard times, and I sure you treasure the time you spent with
your mother last week.
I hope the move goes smoothly, you really don't need anymore stress at the
moment.

chris
:-)