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My Mom.

She is in the family room, her bedroom now so she would feel part of daily life, slowly slipping away. She is at peace and is comfortable. She has maybe hours not days of her life remaining.
I’m here alone with her as the rest of the family won’t get to Reno till tomorrow and I just had to share some thoughts with someone. My friends at Subsim.

She and my father had a wonderful life. They went through all the hard times of the Great Depression and WWII. I think this gave them a appreciation for the good times and they defiantly had many of those. They had a full and happy life and now it’s time for her to pass.

Mom was a Rosy the Riveter during the war building the P-38s my dad designed.
Ration books for almost everything, worry about loved ones at war, sending goodies overseas
She sent so much stuff “overseas” in the war years and later Korea I though overseas
was a country. You can’t have those cookies they are for overseas. She was responsible for nearly half of the fruit cakes that are still circulating around the globe, nobody ever really eat these things.

They had great friends and did most of the things they wanted to do.
They loved horse racing and spent many a day at Santa Anita and Hollywood Park.
Mom was a good enough handicapper to have been able to make a good living from the ponies
if she had so desired. Dad wasn’t all that bad himself but they contented themselves with $2.00 bets, five at the most. Camping was another pastime they enjoyed as well as visiting the casinos of Reno and Las Vegas. Dining out with their friends was also a favorite.

She raised 4 very active boys and one angelic girl, you know the kind the one that NEVER did anything wrong, at a time when there were no convince foods or convince things at all. Everything was made from scratch, laundry was hung on a close line, no air conditioning much of the time. I even remember having an real Ice Box and the ice man coming every few days and never once did I ever hear her complain, not once. She spent much of her time cooking, 7 people eat a lot and there were always pies, cakes and cookies, all from scratch.

She was always there when we needed her but gave us enough rope to hang ourselves and when we did we paid the price. She was really into personal responsibility and it’s a lesson I still hold dear. They never accepted help from anyone, even the family, except towards the end when they simply weren’t able to do what needed to be done.

When dad died she moved here to Reno, about 8 years ago. The camping and races were a thing of the past but she still liked the casinos and mostly dinners out. We went out several times a week and yes my cooking is that bad.

The world was a better place for the 98 years she was here and I am what I am because of her and my father. I can only hope I did as good a job taking care of her as she did me. It’s been an honor and a privilege. She will soon be gone but her love and memories will remain forever with me. Go in peace Mom your reward is waiting.

Magic