Hell of a Guy
Do, or do not. There is no 'try'. - Yoda

Monday, June 16, 2014



She usually was seated on a sofa on the far side of the room, well removed from the TV and her husband of 65 years, but near her radio, her police scanner and her stuff.  Close by was her well used calendar filled with notes on birthdays, meetings and important, meaningful dates.  This woman could be contentious, condescending, moody and sometimes downright mean-spirited.  She was also very sweet.

She was a wife, a mother, a grandmother and a great-grandmother, an aunt, a sister, a sister-in-law and a friend.  She was called “Mom” by some, “Maw Maw” by others and “Kate” by many.  She was strong willed but wilted by health issues that she fought as hard as she could.  She was generous to a fault even to the very end of her life.  She was totally devoted to her husband and her children…though not demonstrative, except in her own way. 

She and I had a special bond that sprouted and grew almost from the time I first met her in 1993.  I chided her and teased her sometimes.  She would hand it back almost as fast as she processed the words.  She was quick.

She had a smile that could light up a room.  She also had a look that could kill, and used it.  She had a quiet laugh that sometimes leaked out when she heard an off color joke, never letting on how much she enjoyed the story.

She endured the ravages of a stroke on May 28, 2013, and slowly gave into it at 10:04am just one year ago today.

I loved that woman.  She was nothing but sweet to me.  She was the closest thing I had to a mother since my own passed away in 1997.  She was my mother-in-law and I miss her.

And that is all I have to say about that…