I lost what I wrote and am not sure I can say it like I did but her goes.

On the day after Vristman My Mother passed away quietly in her sleep at the age of 97. She was sborn Aprile 12 1915. My mother was a modern woman long befoer that idea became prevalient in our society. All that I am and have bevaone I owe to the quiet role model she was to ,e. She came out her in the arly WW2 years to work at Mc Donald Doglas as myfather did. Joanna nd I were their only childfren. While just a blue collar woeker then she went back to school as well as working taking advanced math course at UCLa eventually becoamh and enginneerinthe Aero Space field--an Engineer/Scientist Specialts.

My mother worked on things she could not talk about and later after she retired ther first time she came back to work on the MoL pProblem--the manned Orbital Lab. When they cut that she retured again. After retirering she workd for hThe Zonta Vlub and intermation organixation for women==back them==now open to men as well. for almost 20 she was their Foundatin Tresurer--a volunteeer postion but one she carried out with all the dedication that she had given inher normal work like. .


When the signs of seior dementia reared it ugly head she worked as their office manage going fown to work every day 10 an to 4 p, without fail. After Joanne died in2010 the senior dementia increased as it does in a downwward spiral. In the end death was a blessing.


I would like everyong to Celebrate the lives of the ones they love. We do not get them forever.

I feel it an important thing to do to just wake up each day and remind myself of how lucky I am. I believe myself- know myself- to be the most fortunate person I know. I haven't lost anybody dear to me... I live in a safe house and love my parents and friends dearly; and perhaps that will not last forever.

If that is to be the case, I guess all I can do is rely on the virtue of my memories, ere I shall encase them in gold. One cannot experience loss until they have something to lose.

I suppose it's not unfair to say that loss is an important part of life; it reminds us what it is like to be human, and we remember how fragile it all is. Perhaps we truly love who or what it was the most we ever have once it has been lost.

Wise words, madam... wise words...

My thoughts and well wishes go out to you Jeanne and I hope you'll be ok. Sorry for your loss.

Thank you for your kind words. I have been perparing myself for s whhile. I had hoped, more for myself thatn for her that she would last to her 98th birthday but to have 97 vhtidtmsses was senough and that was what wwas alloted to me and her. She did not know who I was only that I cared for her, kept her clean and fed.

I could not face putting her into a nyrsing home and just letting hr pass. I could easily take care of her needs and did. After all she took care of me and Joanne for several years when we were babies. TI was sort of a role reversal in the end. Several times she called me mother, that was afterall what I was doing for her. Just as she had done for me.

My condolences and cheers for what you have passed through!