My Mom won the battle but lost the war. She finally out-prayed her myriad of friends. They would come to visit her in the nursing home and always leave by telling her, “I’m praying for you Dorothy.” They just didn’t understand that Dorothy had her own prayer, “I’m ready, Lord, please let it be tonight. Just let me close my eyes for the last time. Please.”
Her final prayer was answered yesterday morning. She didn’t have to open her weak eyes that could only see three or four feet in front of her. She didn’t have to have help getting into her wheel chair because her legs had stopped working. She didn’t have to depend on anyone for anything anymore. And she finally didn’t have to question why her prayers were going unanswered.
Just 29 days before her 100th birthday, Dorothy, my Mom, proved me wrong. I had been telling people she was immortal. I thought she was. She was the strongest one hundred pound ball of fire I ever knew.
HER 95th BIRTHDAY PICTURE
We each are unique. Our lives have been incredible adventures filled with great times, shitty times, hard times, fun times and just getting by. My mom led a simple life, but her uniqueness was special.
She did stuff for people. All the time. She tried to make life easier for everyone she knew. She sent cards…Christmas cards, Easter cards, Thanksgiving cards, birthday cards, anniversary cards, get well cards and sympathy cards. Hallmark should send her a card, she helped them succeed.
She loved my Dad. My Dad loved her. They were married 63 years till Dad passed in ’01.
She loved my brother and I, in fact she thought we might be the best representation of the male species ever created. She loved her grandkids. My daughter Joy was more of a daughter to my Mom then a grandkid. They were great buddies.
She was very ornery. She loved telling and hearing jokes. In her younger days she liked playing practical jokes. Many friends were victims in her home by getting one of her “dribble cups” or a “worm” in their food or whatever the latest gag she found.
Those who knew her are nodding their head now, remembering that great lady at 18th and Underwood who drew people to her like a magnet.
I’m lucky to have had such a great Mom for all these years. I’m lucky to have known her.