My mother lived at Sunrise Assisted Living and enjoyed her life very much. In fact, I just received a copy of the last letter her friend, Norio, of Japan received from her. Here is a quote from her note, “I don’t have much to say since I don’t do anything except play cards anymore. I hope you are enjoying every day of life. I sure am.”
On December 8th, 2009, Hospice was called in to help my mother since her health had deteriated so bad. I knew the routine and went through mourning on my way home from her place that day. Between Hospice and Sunrise her last month was very pleasant and I enjoyed every moment with her. She passed away peacefully on Thursday, January 14th. I had a traditional funeral with a cremation immediately following the service. I was told that 50% of families are now choosing cremation.
Since my mom’s name is Rose, I am planting a gorgeous Rose Garden with her ashes this spring right in the middle of our circular brick paver drive. There is a huge stone there already, so I will have it inscribed with her name.
After the service, my loved ones and I had the pleasure of going through the dozens of photo albums, scrapbooks, and letters she and my father exchanged when he first went into the army. I also came across a stack of poems written by my godmother’s husband, George Richardson, a distinquished poet and one of her best friends since high school. I would like to share it with you now…I promise you will read it twice and it will bring tears to your eyes…
My dear I lay awake last nigh
Till you were by my side -
The lights were out, the dog was gone
My God I almost cried
I heard your voice as you came in
The first time late for bed –
I thought at first it may bave been
Just something I had said
Twas then I made my mind up dear
I’d be a better mate -
And rid myself of all the doubt
The years of jealous hate
And as you stood beside my love
The scent, it filled the room -
So like the smell that meant so much
When we first bride and groom
The song you picked to play that night
My eyes I kept them shut -
How wrong I’d been through all these years
Within my stubborn rut
I tried to raise my hand to you
With ring that we had wed-
But that’s when you apologized
For all that you had said
I guess that’s when I first felt good
Our friends were all around -
I knew I couldn’t reach you now
And Where that I was bound
The kiss you placed upon my lips
AS though it dealt by fate –
Within my coffin I did lay
Your kiss was two days late
~George Richardson
Read more here:
Hospice, Funerals, Cremation and Saying Goodbye


Mom and Dad
by Katana Abbott 



