Posts Tagged ‘Funeral’

My Godmother, Dad, Uncle George (poet) us kid in Italy 1960

My mother was diagnosed with Dementia in May 2006 while my step-father was dying of lung cancer.  Hospice was our saving grace.  I had no idea how wonderful their support and advise would be during Dad’s last few months of death.  He died on my birthday, October 24, 2006.

My mother lived at Sunrise Assisted Living and enjoyed her life very much.  In fact, I just received a copy of the last letter her friend, Norio, of Japan received from her.  Here is a quote from her note, “I don’t have much to say since I don’t do anything except play cards anymore.  I hope you are enjoying every day of life.  I sure am.”

On December 8th, 2009, Hospice was called in to help my mother since her health had deteriated so bad.  I knew the routine and went through mourning on my way home from her place that day.  Between Hospice and Sunrise her last month was very pleasant and I enjoyed every moment with her.  She passed away peacefully on Thursday, January 14th.  I had a traditional funeral with a cremation immediately following the service.  I was told that 50% of families are now choosing cremation. 

Since my mom’s name is Rose, I am planting a gorgeous Rose Garden with her ashes this spring right in the middle of our circular brick paver drive.  There is a huge stone there already, so I will have it inscribed with her name.

After the service, my loved ones and I had the pleasure of going through the dozens of photo albums, scrapbooks, and letters she and my father exchanged when he first went into the army.  I also came across a stack of poems written by my godmother’s husband, George Richardson, a distinquished poet and one of her best friends since high school.  I would like to share it with you now…I promise you will read it twice and it will bring tears to your eyes…

My dear I lay awake last nigh

Till you were by my side -

The lights were out, the dog was gone

My God I almost cried

I heard your voice as you came in

The first time late for bed –

I thought at first it may bave been

Just something I had said

Twas then I made my mind up dear

I’d be a better mate -

And rid myself of all the doubt

The years of jealous hate

And as you stood beside my love

The scent, it filled the room -

So like the smell that meant so much

When we first bride and groom

The song you picked to play that night

My eyes I kept them shut -

How wrong I’d been through all these years

Within my stubborn rut

I tried to raise my hand to you

With ring that we had wed-

But that’s when you apologized

For all that you had said

I guess that’s when I first felt good

Our friends were all around -

I knew I couldn’t reach you now

And Where that I was bound

The kiss you placed upon my lips

AS though it dealt by fate –

Within my coffin I did lay

Your kiss was two days late

~George Richardson