I can't help but pull out these boxer shorts every year. I know exactly where I keep them right where they were left. I open up the drawer of my moms' sewing machine chair and there they are, right at the bottom. They've never been worn . .only tried on once, and I smiled this year thinking that maybe someday they just might be tried on once again.
The night before she passed away my mom and dad popped in for a few minutes and she proudly pulled out these boxer shorts that she had just sewn up on her new Serger just received for Christmas. Terrence tried them on and said . ..Grandma the crotch comes up to my arm pits." Oh yes, she could see the problem and with no fuss or bother packed them back up to be shortened just a tad.
That never happened. That night she went into cardiac arrest and we were called to come to the hospital. She was fighting for her life. We surrounded her bed and prayed for a miracle. It was decided that the help she needed was in the city and she was transferred by ambulance with us following in the car.
A test was performed and though she survived that, she clung to us and told us she couldn't do it anymore. We told her it was all right and she slipped away. I still feel those moments like it was yesterday. The surreal feeling of phoning those she loved most and telling them she was gone was something I'll never forget.
Some of the things I appreciate most when remembering her is her love for family. She was so proud of all her grandchildren and regularly had them all down for dinner even in her last year. We all loved her Klissen (homemade Mennonite noodles) and of course her Wareneki. She cooked simply and it was fine by us. Sometimes when they would have all the grand kids over at the same time she would cook up a pot of macaroni and boil some wieners and they were happy as clams because they were at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
She loved gardening, and we would often go onto her deck to see how well her geraniums had over wintered. She loved handiwork and crocheted afghans for all her kids the last Christmas. She sewed and mended and made many Teddy Bear clothes by request. She enjoyed nature and my mom and dad often went camping in their camper van. She enjoyed simple things and was so content with wearing her polyester tops that had to be at least ten years old. She did love to dress up though and I always got such a kick out of seeing the sparkle in her eye when my Dad would whistle at how gorgeous she was. They were sure something together. They were and continue to be the goal post of our own marriage.
If I could sit with her today, I would tell her that I still love her. I'm proud to have been her daughter. She loved us. I'm still learning from her even now as we come into yet another phase of parenting and grand parenting. She loved the Lord Jesus and was such a good example of how to start each day with Him.
Though the week is hard, I am also smiling in the memories. Really I am. I have so much to be thankful for and really, I had a loving mom for thirty five years. I was given a gift that many will never have. We're heading to the cemetery today to clean off stones. My Dad always kept her stone so clean and though we don't go there often, when we do, we always take a bucket, soap and a scrub brush with us.
PS. . .I still haven't cleaned out my closet. . . .I'm still looking at it . .and am feeling hopeful that help is on the way . .(it never hurts to hint) . . .smirk
I'll be back.
Have a wonderful day my friends.