In her sleep, aged 93. A good run, except the past few years with an inoperable broken hip. I was expecting it for as long with every call from a Seattle area code. She kept her spirits up (thank you, Jesus, for opiates), and I’m announcing, not looking for sympathy, but wanted to share this:
Sunday a priest dropped by for last rights. After he left she turned to my SIL and said, “He’s kinda cute!” Yeah, that’s me all over, and explains a lot.
dropzone, my condolences. I admire your philosophical acceptance of what we all face sooner or later. You are a living tribute to the her memory. I am sure she always was aware of that and was proud. Hugs to you.
FTR, she was the “respectable” one and would chide (encouragingly) my father and brothers for taking it too far at the dinner table, where I learned, as Number 3 Son (federal judge, endlessly smart but crazy bro, territorial attorney general, telemarketer, eventual senior partner younger bro), I was fucked if I couldn’t keep up. A hard lesson to learn in the third grade, but a lesson to learn, and accept. With ritalin, but they hadn’t invented ADD.
Sorry for your loss, dropzone. Thanks for sharing your memories - hope to read some more, because a personality that big with 93 years of history behind it must have left an endless list of great stories