There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear … 1 John 4:18a
Grandma Simpson eventually moved in with us on Peterman Road, a move I initiated and Mom didn’t always embrace. Grandma could be — well, let’s say — caustic and hurtful at times and your mother took these comments personally and to heart.
Grandma Siccardi took a turn for the worse and died just as we were getting ready to close on the house/motel in Willard in August 1998. Watching my Mom die was difficult, but your mother saw it differently. She had some alone time with my Mom and they were able to settle any differences they had. Mom never told me what they talked about, but they both seemed more at peace.
Going through her journal, here is what she wrote Sept. 9, 1998:
It’s been almost three weeks since my mother-in-law died. These past five weeks are a blur. Mom died, we moved, Uncle George died two weeks to the day after Mom. We bought a house with motel units, the paper isn’t making money … now we have a mortgage to meet and taxes. Joe’s wedding is coming up … rapidly. I have no clue how we’ll meet all these responsibilities but I also know God does.
At night I would sit outside and watch the miracle of life in the birds, trees and flowers. Somehow it seemed to balance out everything of the day. After watching Mom slip away during the day, some hope and peace would be found in the miracle of a bird catching his dinner … watching the squirrels frolic on the lawn … seeing the colors of fall appear each day. Somehow I knew God was still in control.
To be continued …
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose. — Kahlil Gibran