Another death, and a Memoriam

We experienced another loss in our family. 

My DH's mom passed away on Thursday, Sept. 11. It was rather sudden; it wasn't as if she was sick and had been lingering on with cancer, or had just gotten out of a stay in the hospital. But it wasn't as if she was exactly healthy either. She had the usual ailments that came with being nearly 77: achy bones and a back that went out every once in a while. Problems with diverticulitis. She was on medicines for her blood, and had problems with her eyes. These things were complicated by the fact that she smoked and drank. Although she had quit smoking at one point for nearly two years, she had recently began smoking in secret. Obviously it wasn't a total secret, because I know and I am writing about it here, but it was a secret from my father-in-law. She used to drink wine in the afternoons and evenings, and had in the past few months switched over to bourbon. Let's face it: It is rough (and sometimes depressing) getting old.

Everyone has their character defects, and my mother-in-law was no exception. What follows is a list of the best aspects of her character, a description of what I appreciate most about her: 

1. She was fun. She smoked (Marlboro red box) and drank and danced and sang! She knew all the old tunes, which she would sing with her brother (who just passed away in June), or by herself as she was cooking, or with her "baby" brother if he happened to be out visiting. Recently she donned her old tap shoes to dance with one of her granddaughters, my niece. We didn't share the same taste in wine, and I don't drink bourbon, but we could enjoy a drink together. She always started, and often finished, the daily crosswords in the paper. And she loved Yahtzee.
   
2. She arranged my wedding. Did I mention she gambled? She loved to gamble. Her game of choice was blackjack, and she also played the slots. I was in awe of her because she played dollar or even five-dollar slots, when I could hardly bear to part with a quarter or to even gamble at all. When DH and I were dating, Las Vegas was her destination of choice. As she got older, it was harder for her to get there, so she sometimes went to Stateline instead. Then, however, she began to opt for the Indian gaming casinos down in north San Diego County. But, she was more than willing to help arrange my wedding in Vegas, and it was an affair everyone enjoyed and still talks about. She had it all arranged within about three or four hours. She knew exactly who to call . . . I'm thankful.
   
3. She was honest and upfront. Upon my marriage, over the kitchen table one night, she said to me, "You can call me (her name) or you can call me Mom, whichever you feel more comfortable with." She was honest about the fact that she didn't necessarily want to babysit our kids, because she had been there, done that. Our DS was her eleventh grandchild, and she had already raised eight children of her own (yes, eight!). But she loved our children and, as they got older and were not baby-babies, she would volunteer her and my father-in-law's time so that DH and I could go out for a Japanese dinner or two. She didn't lie about the fact that she hated to clean, and was completely honest when she said didn't care what people thought about her dusty house, either.
   
4. She loved her children and family fiercely. She still attended her childrens' important functions, just as I attend the Christmas pageants and Back-to-School nights for mine. Grandma came to her grandchildren's dance recitals, soccer games, graduations, and class play performances. She indulged my children by making sure to keep their favorite flavors of ice cream (chocolate and vanilla) in the freezer, along with plenty of whipped cream and chocolate syrup in the fridge. She cooked my son's favorite meal for him nearly every Monday night, which we took to calling the "Monday Night Special." She remembered every birthday, and her refrigerator was plastered with pictures of all her seventeen grandchildren.
   
5. She was a good cook. There's something, well, very comforting about basic meals consisting of the four food groups. Before the food pyramid, there were the four food groups, and that's what her meals were based upon. There was always a meat -- DH's favorite was her pork roast that she would season with garlic and salt, and sometimes tabasco. (I watched her do it the last time, so I can cook it that way now, also.) Then there was a vegetable and some kind of starch, like mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, or noodles. The mashed potatoes she hadn't been too successful with lately, but at least it provided all of us a good laugh at the dinner table. My children eat broccoli because of her and love it. She introduced me to gumbo, and the red beans and rice of New Orleans, the town where she was born and raised. When I took over cooking Thanksgiving dinner a few years ago, I got to learn how to cook her fabled turkey stuffing; it never has tasted quite like the way she made it--I remember the first time I tasted it--but pretty close, if I do say so myself. I would devour her southern style green beans, cooked with bacon and a bit of onion when she made them, which wasn't often lately. I never figured out how she perfectly seasoned her tomatoes and cucumbers with vinegar and oil, but I loved those, too.
6. She was a great conversationalist. My DH, me, and his parents could sit for hours around the kitchen table talking about everything under the sun: old family stories, politics, work, movies or books, local news.
7. She was supportive of our decision to terminate our pregnancy, and I did not feel judged in any way for having made that choice. She went to my first appointment with me at the clinic when my DH couldn't make it in time. She let me talk about Michael when I felt like bringing the subject up, and did not try to minimize my pain when my tears started to flow, telling me (like so many others) "that it would all be okay." She just let me cry and say what was on my mind, her quietness more a way of saying "I'm sorry," which I knew she was. She was accepting and validating, never trying to change the subject to something less emotional or safe. I love her for that.
8. She played the violin . . . and, as her brother said at her vigil Monday night, "it is because of that violin that all of us are here." It is because of that violin, that I have the wonderful husband that I do. She taught herself how to play, and she became so proficient at it that she was offered a music scholarship at a university in Louisiana. It was there that she met my father-in-law, fell in love, and married him in 1953. They were married for 55 years. My husband was one of the wonderful products of that marriage, along with his siblings. Who knows the course life would have taken had she not determinedly decided to play, but I'm glad that she did. I now have two beautiful children of my own and an angel in heaven. In them, as well as in her own children and the other grandchildren, her legacy will live on.