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13 Responses to “Frances Carolyn (MacMullan) Finlayson: 1/9/1921 – 2/24/2012”
P.S. I am okay. This woman had a wonderful 90 years of good health and life. The last year absolutely sucked and I don’t even want to talk about 2012. I am not religious so I don’t have any real ideas about the next life but I would like to think that she was welcomed into it today by my dad, my brother, Radical Betty and a host of others who went before her. She was an extremely tough old gal, as her hospice nurse told me on many occasions. I am okay but I will have some processing to do. Some of that may end up here on this blahg of blather. Some of it will be censored. And there will be stuff I can’t find words to describe, even in my own mind. Goodbye moom.
This is probably the right place to repeat my earlier sentiment: I imagine that, by now, Fran has had a good look at the next dimension (whatever that is) and is going about reordering it. Maybe she’s climbed out a window to sweep the roof of the universe, complete with Thud Club apron, sparkly hat, and Franhattan. I’m sure there’s a pie in the oven, and a To Do: list written in pencil on a precisely cut slice of folder.
(of course, one of the first photos that came up in my iPhoto when I searched for Fran was the one in that freaky Floridian wig-hat that made the rounds one summer…)
:o( I so love what Mouse wrote. I didn’t know her, of course, but now I feel I do a little — she paints quite the picture. Virtual hugs to you, Ann. (Franhattan. Yes.)
So sorry to read this post. There’s no getting around the pain. Now that I’ve lost both parents — and a very close friend just 18 months ago — I have a much greater appreciation for the complex emotions death hands us. In an odd way, I know that I’m a different person for having to deal with the pain of each loss. I’ll be around to read any thoughts you decide to write about.
Your mom was born a year before mine, but lived 15 years longer than mine. [1/20/22 – 3/7/97] Roll of the dice….for all of us.
Hi Anne:
I’m thinking of you! I’ve always enjoyed hearing about the Commander and am sorry I never got to meet her myself. I like what Pam J. said about the complex emotions. So true.
Sending you a big hug. Love, Kate
February 24th, 2012 at 5:25 pm
P.S. I am okay. This woman had a wonderful 90 years of good health and life. The last year absolutely sucked and I don’t even want to talk about 2012. I am not religious so I don’t have any real ideas about the next life but I would like to think that she was welcomed into it today by my dad, my brother, Radical Betty and a host of others who went before her. She was an extremely tough old gal, as her hospice nurse told me on many occasions. I am okay but I will have some processing to do. Some of that may end up here on this blahg of blather. Some of it will be censored. And there will be stuff I can’t find words to describe, even in my own mind. Goodbye moom.
February 24th, 2012 at 5:31 pm
Hugs, KW, BFF….
February 24th, 2012 at 6:47 pm
Hugs
February 24th, 2012 at 7:13 pm
This is probably the right place to repeat my earlier sentiment: I imagine that, by now, Fran has had a good look at the next dimension (whatever that is) and is going about reordering it. Maybe she’s climbed out a window to sweep the roof of the universe, complete with Thud Club apron, sparkly hat, and Franhattan. I’m sure there’s a pie in the oven, and a To Do: list written in pencil on a precisely cut slice of folder.
February 24th, 2012 at 7:48 pm
I think Mouse put it just about perfectly….
February 24th, 2012 at 7:49 pm
(of course, one of the first photos that came up in my iPhoto when I searched for Fran was the one in that freaky Floridian wig-hat that made the rounds one summer…)
February 24th, 2012 at 8:21 pm
Condolences, prayers and sympathies, these are my wishes for you and yours.
February 24th, 2012 at 9:00 pm
:o( I so love what Mouse wrote. I didn’t know her, of course, but now I feel I do a little — she paints quite the picture. Virtual hugs to you, Ann. (Franhattan. Yes.)
February 24th, 2012 at 9:03 pm
P.S. I certainly didn’t expect that weird face to pop up after I clicked “submit.” Huh.
February 24th, 2012 at 9:35 pm
The Comm is in a better place (though the U.P. is a mighty fine spot). Thoughts and prayers are with you and yours.
– Salute, 1 long and 2 short
February 25th, 2012 at 2:26 am
Oh, my goodness, your Mouse has quite a way with words. Lovely. I wasn’t expecting this. You are in my thoughts.
February 25th, 2012 at 3:00 pm
So sorry to read this post. There’s no getting around the pain. Now that I’ve lost both parents — and a very close friend just 18 months ago — I have a much greater appreciation for the complex emotions death hands us. In an odd way, I know that I’m a different person for having to deal with the pain of each loss. I’ll be around to read any thoughts you decide to write about.
Your mom was born a year before mine, but lived 15 years longer than mine. [1/20/22 – 3/7/97] Roll of the dice….for all of us.
February 26th, 2012 at 5:03 pm
Hi Anne:
I’m thinking of you! I’ve always enjoyed hearing about the Commander and am sorry I never got to meet her myself. I like what Pam J. said about the complex emotions. So true.
Sending you a big hug. Love, Kate