Memories: Making It Happen

We never had much money. But, that didn’t stop Mother Hen from making things happen and that’s something that all of us learned from her. A commercial yesterday reminded me of one such incident. I’m a born and raised Alaskan (Yes, really to those who put a review on the Salmon Run books that I’ve obviously never been to Alaska. So much for that thought.). The ironic thing is that those living in an area don’t always see all the sights around them. It’s close by, so the mentality is “I’ll get to it eventually.” But, as painters, Mother Hen decided one summer that her and I needed to go see and photograph the Kenai Fjords. It would be great …

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Memories: Nothing Left Unsaid

Just sorted through the rest of the canned foods. Found some of Joel’s stuff (the person who lived here before us) and some of our old stuff that we won’t ever eat. If it is way expired, I threw it out. If I knew we wouldn’t eat it, then I put it in a bag to take to the food bank. And saw some stuff that I would have cooked up just for Mom even if no one else would have eaten it. :sniffle: She was so much fun to do things for because she was always so responsive. She would grin with a smile at being given a treat or a present that went all through her. Eyes, all …

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Memories: Loving the Earth

I mentioned before that Mother Hen loved the Earth and its natural beauty. I just heard a story about her that I wanted to share: When Mother Hen was little she found a start from a maple tree. She brought it home and planted it in the front yard of the family’s ramshackle little house. Apparently that sucker grew like crazy. The last time a family member drove by, the tree is not only there, but fully grown and majestic. What a wonderful legacy for a wonderful person. Bringing another aspect of beauty to the planet she loved. Some day I need to see about planting a tree in her memory. She would like that.

Dealing With the Memories

We lost Mom, A.K.A. Mother Hen, on January 10th. This Reddit response by GSnow has it right in so many ways. It feels like drowning right now. I’ve had losses before, but this is a big one. Huge one. I know, and knew, intellectually about the grieving process and that time will dull the hard edge of pain (with relapses). The hard part is getting there. I’m having issues with memories of the time in Hospice. The people there took such fantastic care of her and were so supportive of my Father and I. But it was still hard. Especially the last two days when her breathing became so uneven and her lungs filled up. The coughing she could barely …

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