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Be Preparing to Celebrate a Great Life

The lights streams in down the lake as I sit at my parents kitchen table.

Dad eats his lunch and adds to our dialogue.

Jamie sits and writes my mom’s eulogy.

20131228-143403.jpgAuntie Gail is on the phone to fill in the gaps. Thank God for her great memory.
JC and CC practice memorizing their poem.

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Marnie keeps the copious amounts of beautiful flowers and food organized.

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Sexy Neck is gathering and testing AV equipment. He is so talented and a pillar of faith.

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Me, I walk around in disbelief.
Numb.
Dumbfounded.
I gather photos and memorabilia that represent my mom and her life.
I add what I can, as I love having this time to talk about my beautiful mom.

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I am privileged to be walking this journey with such selfless, thoughtful, caring, loving people.

My prayer is that tomorrow God’s love, peace and light will shine on us tomorrow. I pray that my mama would be proud.

See you tomorrow in person and in spirit.

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Be Writing An Obituary

It was a beautiful moment last night sitting with my cousins
and my dad talking about my mom.
The adjectives used to describe my mom were words that
I will never forget:
kind, memory maker, forgiving, quiet leader, athletic,
loving, servant-heart,
Super Nana, homemaker, teacher,
lifelong learner…and many more.
Have you ever written an obituary?  I hadn’t until last night.  It was hard.
I wanted to go on and on and on and on about my mama.
Our cousin, Marnie, had an amazing example of a beautiful obituary.
My dad kept us succinct and focused.
Rea had a way with words.
 Jamie slept on the couch.
My sister was able to come in and help us fine tune and edit it
before we send it off to press.
Soon to be showing in the Prince George Citizen and Vernon Morning Star –
MY BEAUTIFUL MAMA!
Nana Obituary

Falling Snow and Fluttering Butterflies

Crisp fresh fallen snow as I step outside.

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Dad has been by her side throughout.

He watched her last breaths.

Dad greets me at mom’s door.

There are beautiful butterflies on the door. (This is hospice’s symbol that the room is not to be disturbed).

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My big cousin by my side.

We step through the door.

Peace enfolds.

Mom is warm and quiet.

She is wearing a shirt with butterflies on it. (I think I need to lie down with all these symbols of snow and butterflies!)

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Her body is at rest.

Death has come to her body.

Thursday, December 26th, 2013 at 7:00am.

Kisses, kisses and more kisses.

I lay my head in her arm in disbelief.

In peace.

I lap up her presence.

I am enveloped by her love.

Tears slide down my cheeks.

My sister arrives.

We walk to the hospice living room.

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We light a butterfly light.

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Place mom’s special card on the mantle.

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M reads Psalm 23.

Dad talks about his sorrow and gratitude.

The boys arrive to an empty room.

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OC says. “Nana with God.”

A red rose is on the counter.

We say our goodbyes.

On the memory Christmas tree we write Nana’s name and we take an angel home for our tree.

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Then we lace up our skates and head out into the outdoors that Nana loved dearly.

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I love you mama!

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Be Having Wifesaver

Every Christmas for as long as I can remember, my mom would make Wifesaver from the Best of Bridge cookbook.

I remember this was last thing she would do before she went to bed on Christmas Eve. She would cut the crust off the bread. Layer it with ham and cheese. Pour the eggs overtop. And then in the morning as we were unwrapping gifts we would hear the crunch crunch crunch of the cornflakes as she put the topping on.

A few days ago, a good old friend of mom’s asked how she could help. I told Bev B. it would be great if she could make mom’s Wifesaver.

Right now this memory and ritual created by mom is being eaten by our family. Thanks to Bev’s love and generosity.

The smells, the look, the taste, the memory, the memory, the memory.

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Be Sharing Your Story – Ang

This is the first, of I hope many, people who are sharing their personal journey with us through this sacred time with my mama.

Introducing Ang:

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I am a guest blogger here today, which is kind of funny since I don’t have a blog but I guess you can call me a guest friend sharing!

I have known Joanna and her family for about 12 years and I would call Joanna one of my dearest closest friends. When she asked me to share a few things about her mom and my own journey I said yes immediately and a few things came to mind, and I hope I can communicate them well here.

I think when we are on the outside perimeter, viewing families going through these impossible things in life we always ask the question of why? And how? And will it be me next? When you see pictures on the blog of this loving mother and wife and friend, totally ransacked by a disease it’s easy to get lost in the devastation. Why now at Christmas, is the question on all of our minds. It has certainly been on mine.

And then my 6 year old daughter came home with this picture today, that she had drawn at school. I smiled, and it makes me smile every time I see it. A fat little pony totally focused on the goal at hand, probably thinking she was in an Olympic ring, like a rock star…but barely clearing the jump!
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I thought in that moment of cancer and death and all the yucky parts of life, that come at the worst of times like Christmas, and how we have choices in how we can deal with those massive walls in our path. And I was reminded of two things, first of all we need to do the very best we can with what we’ve been given. Secondly, we need to try our very hardest to clear those jumps and keep moving forward. Because what I see in this picture, when those two things happen, is pure freedom.

May the angels be surrounding you now Nana Gwen and your family. May you feel the peace of God as you clear the jumps and finish well. Amen.

Love always,
A

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Be In Calm After The Storm

Mom is at hospice. She has had a very peaceful and restful day.

Awaiting arrival of Rea, Michelle, Craig, Sydney, Abby and more loved ones.

Mom is well loved.

Time for me to Be Still.

Be with mama soaking up her love, strength, peace.

There is no fear here as we sit just love and peace.

Time for me to Be Present.

Be with mama enjoying her soft skin, her beautiful smile and the light of her eyes.

Sit with my dad in his grief.

Retell old memories.

Create new ones.

Cry with my wee boys who know Nana is going to die.

Get a big hug from my big sister. She gives the best hugs.

Accept any and every hug so that I don’t float away in grief. Thanks to Neil and Steve for doing that for me today.

Sit with my big cousins. I adore them. Admire them greatly.

Soak in my aunts and uncles deep love for my parents.

Say thank you and I love you.

Lean on anyone left standing.

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Nana and I watching Wheel of Fortune and drinking cranberry juice. Well, I watch Nana and Nana is resting.

Peace. Love. Hugs.

Be Having A Good Morning

Happy Friday the 20th day of advent.

Today, we celebrate mom telling me to stop reassuring her (with an “I’m sorry honey!” at the end) and mom asking me to sit down when I jumped up to adjust her leg pillows.

Little miracles.

Thank you for holding us all up.

Thank you for the nighttime messages. They got us through.

Words. Thoughts. Prayers. They do make a difference.

There is an unseen world we are walking in through mom’s sacred journey.

I am honoured to be with her.

I know ‘O Wen’ is too!

I am overjoyed she just told me to sit down.