Archive for 2010

Two Messages From My Mother-From The Other Side?

Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

Mother With Her Great Grandson Loch, 2006

Message Number One:

IS THIS ‘HEAVEN’??

Four days before my eighty-eight year old Mother dies, she has two fabulous days.

Mom has been suffering with cancer for a long time. However, very early on the first or second morning of her ‘two fabulous days’, we siblings find her with no pain, sitting up in the hospital bed in her living room, her white hair brushed back from her smiling face. She looks serene, happy and ‘well’, totally at odds with how distant, sunken and almost dead she has been looking for the past weeks.

This morning is different. She’s drinking coffee with cream and then more coffee with vanilla ice cream. She demands and eats breakfast! This is incredible as she hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for a week or more. She has her usual big and beautiful smile for all of us.

Suddenly, she turns to me and says, “Venus, what have you been doing lately?”

I think for a bit, then repy, “…Well..not much Mom. I’ve been with you.”

She keeps looking at me, waiting for me to say something interesting.

She looks to me, because back in time, when Mom started to need more help, each of us siblings took a Mother Job. I had been designated ‘The Entertainment Committee’ for her and she was used to my filling that capacity.

Finally, I manage to think of something I’ve done besides being with her.

“Well..I took a sun bath on my roof the other day,” I murmer.

“Oh! I saw you!” Mom says. “I’ll never forget you sunbathing on the roof! It’s good for you to get the sun.” (more…)

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MY MOTHER’S OBITUARY

Friday, November 19th, 2010

The night after my mother passed I woke, sat up in bed and began singing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow.”

I sang it over and over in the dark, wondering why I was doing it as I am not a good singer and I certainly never wake up singing in the night! In the morning, I realized that this song is my mother!

We will be playing this recorded version at at her service and I have asked my daughter Summer to also sing the song, in her own way.

Margaret McWhorter, age 20

MY MOTHER’S OBITUARY

As beautiful as a movie star and as unaffected as a flower, our Mother, Margaret Jane Woods-Lange McWhorter died Tuesday evening, Nov 16th, at the age of 88 after having well-lived ten years with lung cancer. When sometimes asked how she stood the pain and fear of cancer she said, “I just make it neutral.” She also told us she had made friends with her cancer. (more…)

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The Little Pink Dress

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

“THE LITTLE PINK DRESS”

(Hanging In My Art Room Minding It’s Own Business.)

I’m having a family party at my house. My sister, sitting in a chair on the patio, leans over to me sitting on the chair next to her and says, “Venus, someone has to tell you. Never wear that dress again. Go look in the mirror at your butt.”

I look at Polly, agast.

“That dress ripples all up your butt. Go look. You’ll see.” (more…)

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A DISGUSTING CONVERSATION

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

My brother has just finished telling us about the massive gray polyps in his colon, found with a colonoscopy, polyps that, according to Jim “Had their big heads waving around in there on long skinny stalks.”

My sister Candy, my brother Jim and I are sitting in a booth with our 87 year old mother in a Denny’s Restaurant. We’re having breakfast; a Senior Special, one waffle, eggs and bacon and something that sounds like “Eggs Over Hominy.”

We’ve been ‘enjoying’ Jim’s graphic description of what he had to do to clean his bowel the night before the procedure. I’ll save you from all of it except to say that Jim had to buy his laxative supplies at the drug store and he swears that one of them was called “Move-A-Quick,” or something like that,” and he swears it lived up to it’s name.

My mother, my sister and I start clattering our silverware on the table and making little squeeking noises so Jim abruptly changes course.

“So,” he says, “my daughter told me yesterday that all her friends at school think I’m gay.” (more…)

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Blessings Of An Unusual Kind

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

My mother, who is 87, has been talking lately about the tea kettles.

“The tea kettles are doing this, the tea kettles are doing that.”

It took me awhile to understand that she is talking about the recent American political group, The Tea Party! I had been thinking, ‘Why? Why are tea kettles out doing things?’

My mother and I are sitting on her deck, watching the cars go by on the road on the other side of her wide field. My mother smiles broadly and her white hair glistens in the sun. She’s wearing her little red, dog-hair decorated sweater over her blue, green and purple top with the coffee stains on the front, with hot pink sweat pants and high rider tennis shoes.

“You look good, Mom,” I say. ”I’m glad you stopped that cancer medicine. You don’t look terminal to me.”

This is the medicine that cost $4400.00 (!) a month and caused Mom’s nose to swell to the size of a small potato.

I had come over to visit her after she had been on the medicine for a few days. I kept looking at her face. Something wasn’t right, but what was it? She didn’t look like my Mother. I had studied her, carefully.

“I think your lipstick is wrong,” I said. “It’s going up over your top lip somehow and it seems odd.” (more…)

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