I have written several times about my mother in this space. She has been in decline for several years and an occasional topic here has been about some memories and her (and our) struggles with her changing realities. That decline has come to an end.
I am sad to announce that she has finally left us, given up on the daily struggle that these last few years brought for her. While sad, I am also joyful. I received much of my faith from her teaching and example and know that far better things await her than she ever experienced in life.
There is not a lot of time this week so there will be precious little fresh writing done. It occurred to me that this would be a great opportunity to link back to some of the posts where I have featured stories from her life (and mine).
I have poked fun at her cooking skills more than once, never more so than here when I reminisced about the meal that my sister and I dreaded above all others. I should add here that a couple of days after her death I decided to make a batch of the waffles she used to make from scratch. Hers were better.
I have shared experiences with her during her time spent in nursing homes. Dementia is a difficult thing to live with, but we have to find the occasional joy, such as how Mom suddenly made a new childhood friend. Then there were the times we watched television together or when her thinking had been infected by fantasy, making me a really rich guy one time.
This process of losing my mother has been going on for awhile, including when we were emptying out her house. Her piano dredged up many memories. And a trip to the old family cemetery dredged up many of hers. We will never forget the old family stories she would tell so often.
And finally I think of one early thing I did here. This one was a real gift – I dashed it off at the very last minute. But it turned out to be a really good explanation for so many things in my life. Because I really was Raised by Germans.
Many of you have offered kind comments over the years and I have appreciated them. Our mothers can influence us in ways most others cannot, and those effects generally last a lifetime. At least I hope so.