I had the good pleasure of knowing this great lady for the 4 years my husband and I dated, plus 10 months of our marriage. It was way too little time. She was only 44 years old when she went to be with Jesus.
She protested at first when my husband and I started dating. And why would she not? It had only been a year since my mother was in the local newspaper relating her to a store robbery. So what good mother would not have objections.
But she gave me a chance and it was no time before we were good friends and calling each other on the phone.
She loved to cook and was quite good at it. She worked at various local restaurants and sometimes would do catering. She had also worked as a nurse when she was younger. In those days no real formal training was required. I'm not quite sure on this particular subject, perhaps she was just a nurses aide, but I do know she worked in some aspect of nursing for a time.
Prior to being diagnosed with breast cancer, she had already been through quite a lot. Her husband was an alcoholic, she was the mother of 4 boys, one of which had polio, she nearly burned to death in a house explosion and lost her first grandchild in the same house explosion.
If it were not for her, I would never have had a wedding. My own mother was "not available" and my brand new stepmother would have nothing to do with me. So, she stepped in and filled that role. I will always be thankful to her for doing that.
Shortly after my husband and I married, he had to leave to go into the Navy and I moved in with her. It was only a 2 bedroom house. The other 2 boys still living at home shared one bedroom. My father- in- law slept on the couch and she and I bunked together in her room. The room was small and could only hold a double bed. I remember, with fondness, that she would keep my feet warm at night and we would have long talks before drifting off to sleep.
I was 2 months pregnant with my first child when she died. She would have been a loving grandmother to my children. I have missed having her in my life.
We only have about four photos of her. That is a shame. These are two of them. The above picture was taken right before going to husbands high school graduation. She had on dark glasses because her eyes were still very sensitive from being burned in the fire. The one below was taken while she was doing what she loved to do...cook. I encourage young people to please take pictures of your parents and grandparents. Hold on to them and cherish them. You will want to see them one day.
Again, I miss her. I look forward to seeing her again some day. In a place where there is no pain, no alcohol, no burns, and no cancer.
What a great day that will be!
Blessings of peace and all that is good!