Today is a very melancholyday for me. Fifteen years ago, my mom, Rose passed away at the age of 72. She had been diagnosed with Stage 4 Breast Cancer just before Christmas. We met with all of her doctors and agreed to follow their recommendations of chemotherapy. We were all very optimistic that mom would get better and be with us for a longer period of time.
Many times we have played the “what if” game. In retrospect, perhaps we should have skipped the chemo. Not sure what that would have brought for mom, when she was diagnosed she had not been in pain, except for when she had the shingles. The chemo , it turns out, was too strong for her weakened heart and in the end, her heart gave out.
They say time heals all wounds, and for the most part it does. With only 3 short months from diagnosis to her passing, it was so sudden to us. And much too soon. My older girls lost their grandmother at young ages, Nicole was 13 and Ashley was 7. And my mom never had the chance to meet Ross and Francesca. She would have been crazy over them too.
My dad, Frank (Frances) passed in September, 2006 - he had the chance to get to know Ross and he knew I was pregnant with Francesca - I was almost 7 months along at the time of his passing. Dad lived to be 94 - and relatively healthy until the last 6 months when he was tiring out.
They’re together now, and I like to think that they are our guardian angels. My brother and I laugh and talk about our times together and how we had such very different perspectives of mom and dad, since there is a 16 year gap in our ages. My brother had the young, party animal parents who were always with aunties and uncles playing cards and traveling; I had the older, over protective parents who worried about every little thing.
We both remember mom having the Polish radio station on Sunday mornings and it was not uncommon for mom and dad or them with us doing a quick polka around the house. Mom also cooked everything until it was well done (burnt!). Every meat I ate - chicken, steak, hamburger, ham, turkey was ate with ketchup. It wasn’t until I actually had a steak out at a restaurant that I realized how a non burnt steak really was!
Mom was always singing around the house, and loved the Andrew Sisters, Doris Day and Glen Miller but also listened to Rush or SuperTramp with my teenage self. Mom yelled at dad all the time, and I always remember him as being more soft spoken. They did deeply love each other though. Mom would worry right away when someone sneezed or coughed. We actually hid colds for as long as we could because we’d be whisked off to the doctor! Every Sunday, as a child, we went for a “ride” either to visit an aunt and uncle or to look at open houses.
Mom loved her granddaughters so very much and was so proud of them. I talked to my mom every day on the phone and we saw each other at least once a week. When Ashley was younger she was quite the handful, much like Francesca is now! My mom always said, after I told her about Ashley’s latest antics “not my Ashley!”. She thought Nicole and Ashley were the most brilliant, beautiful young ladies ever. Typical Grandma.
Mom washed all her dishes with Linco (Bleach) in the water. She always used Listerine (the original yucky tasting one) and she made awesome potato pancakes. She always was breaking glasses or dishes when she was washing them. She was a stay at home mom and never for a moment did I feel unloved.
Sometimes I feel guilty that time has passed and I hadn’t thought of her for a few days and there are still times when something wonderful or terrible happens and I want to pick up the phone to tell her. I miss you mom (and dad too, of course) - I guess it doesn’t matter how old we get - sometimes we just want our moms and dads to take care of us or just to talk to.
Knowing mom and dad are up in Heaven watching over us, and being proud of their Grandchildren, anxiously awaiting the birth of their Great Granddaughter, is a comforting thought. Maybe we’ll play a game of 500 Rummy tonight, if I remember how - we used to play all the time in the winter, that or Yahtzee! Maybe I’ll burn dinner.