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I had planned a different Spiritual Newsletter to present to you today. However, just like life in the real world; things can happen suddenly, so I changed my mind. Ironically, the other edition I was going to present, had to do with death. This one has to do with life; a very beautiful life! |
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Hello, folks! I am Sssssh! I'm not really here. . It is my honor and pleasure to be your guest editor for this week's Spiritual Newsletter. 
My mother got nervous every time she had a doctor or dentist appointment. Recently, she was upset about going to the eye doctor to discuss cataract removal. He had encouraging news about her eyes on the last visit and needed her to come back for one more in-depth look at the nerves being clouded by the cataracts.
He told her that if the nerve's condition was as promising as he thought it would be, she could expect wonderful vision after surgery. We planned to go out to dinner and make it a special day. She looked forward to it even though it did involve a visit to the eye specialist. I told her "Don't worry, Mom, WL and I, will be there with you every step of the way."
We were about to hang-up the phone and I said, "I love you!" She said, "I love you too." We always end our phone calls saying that, either I first or she first; but it gets said.
Another call was to ask if I'd pick up a few items at Costco for her, since I was a member. She couldn't get around the way she used to a couple years ago when she enjoyed us bringing her to that huge store. She especially liked all the free samples of food.
With list in hand, I went to Costco and picked up her items, including "shrimps." She learned English as a second language, so she always called shrimp, "shrimps." She proceeds to tell me how she enjoys grabbing a handful out of the freezer and cooking them up, several different ways. She loved to cook and was so happy that her shrimps were safe in my freezer and would soon be in hers when we planned our next visit. We ended that call with she saying, "I love you!" I reply, "I love you, too, Ma!"
Sometimes my mother would just want to talk. Because she wasn't a writer, the way I am, she told her stories verbally. She also had a tendency to repeat things already told, so that a few minutes conversation could turn into an hour. There were times when I'd ask her if we could talk again later because I was in the middle of something. She would oblige, but not before saying something like, "Oh, before I hang up, did you remember to ..." It was of course another thing we had discussed before. But, we ended the conversation with the "I love You's."
She talked to me several times about her cousin who was also her very dear friend. They had talked on the phone sometime during the hour between 7:00 and 8:00 PM for the past thirty years. She told me her beloved cousin didn't have long for this world; that her heart was failing and her ability to talk was difficult each time they connected. She told her cousin, "I know you're feeling tired and out-of-breath, do you want me to hang-up and call tomorrow?" Her cousin answered, "No, you talk, I'll listen." That was just fine with my mother because she enjoyed talking almost as much as she enjoyed cooking. They would also end each of their conversations with the "I love you," line.
On Monday, July 1st, I got a phone call from my mother. She was just talking about the usual things happening in her life at the moment. I was in the middle of something at the time, but, for some reason I said nothing about it. I let her talk, feeling that she was so worried for her cousin and that she didn't know how she would be able to get through a night without talking to her once this beloved woman, with failing health, passed from this world. "For thirty years we talked each night, I'm not ready for her to leave me, but I know she is getting so weak."
I've heard the conversation before, let her talk as much as she wanted and hoped she'd be able to cope with another loss so soon after her brother died. She also talked to him each night.
When she had said all that she wanted to say that day, she said, "We'll talk soon, Web~Witch. And, I love you!" Then came my response, "I love you too, Mom!"
Folks, that was the last time I heard those words from my mother. The next phone call I got was in the evening at about 8:20 PM. It was from my brother informing me that my mother was found on the floor, by her neighbor who lived upstairs and had a key in case of an emergency. My sister-in-law called her at 8:00 PM and got no answer, so the neighbor was asked to check on her. Web-Lock, I and my older brother drove together for more than an hour, to get to the hospital to meet my younger brother and sister-in-law, who lived close to Mom and were already there. She was pronounced dead at the hospital, however, the paramedics found no pulse when they arrived at her home. We knew we were showing-up to say goodbye before she was released to the funeral director. When we got there, she was still warm. She looked so peaceful. We kissed this beautiful, sweet woman and we each said, "I love you Mom!" However, this was the first time we did not hear her say it back to us.
My mother passed from this world suddenly, without pain. She just fell asleep in the Lord's arms, before she hit the floor. I guess she wanted to get to heaven before her cousin did, so she could pave the way and make it easier for her to let go. And by the way--the last phone call she made was to her cousin at 7:45 PM, approximately fifteen minutes before she died. Her beloved cousin passed-away exactly two-weeks after my mom died. I bet they have a lot to catch-up on since their last conversation.
I dedicate this Newsletter, to our sweet mother, 1926-2013.
Rest in peace, Mom.  We'll never forget how much you loved us and how much you were loved!
Folks, as I end this edition of the Spiritual Newsletter I would like to leave you with this thought: Remember to say "I love you," to someone special. It may be the last time.
 We sent her off with this song. She loved it!
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Regards,
Web~Witch |
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