It's been a year today since my mother-in-law died. Every time we look at the calendar, we see the date. Nothing's marked on this year's calendar, but we know. And we remember. We remember all the things that we loved about her. All the things she did for us. And all the things about her that drove us crazy. But mostly, we think: it shouldn't have happened. She should still be here.
Her death was not an easy one. Not for her. And not for us. We had to make the decision as to whether to keep treating her and hope she would recover somewhat, or to let her go. After agonizing discussions with specialists, family, and friends, we, decided to let her go. She was my husband's only parent; the last of his family. And we miss her greatly.
The Decatur Daily Review, Illinois, September 16, 1934
When I die, don't mourn me. If you have good memories of me, keep them. If you have bad memories of me, accept my apology and let them go. Do not let any negative energy from my life or death affect you.
Well, if Einstein said it...
Boston Post, Massachusetts, July 7, 1921
Chicago Tribune, Illinois, April 15, 1902
I actually wish I could've gotten the Legos my niblings grew out of them, but I was busy adulting.