From time to time during my life, I’ve contemplated the awful thought of what it would be like when one of my parents passes away. Each time I quickly put it out of my head and refused to even consider it. Unfortunately, I now know how it feels, and it’s come at a fairly “rainy” part of my life.
I just received the news that my beautiful mother, Kathy, passed away last night. Although she had been having some medical issues, her death was completely unexpected and has stricken me with paralyzing grief. So I will turn to my computer to write and hope to receive some solace from pouring out whatever comes. Bear with me, as this will be raw, disjointed, and maybe even a little weird. I don’t know what it will look like by time I reach the end of this post or even when I will reach the end. I’m not going to edit. There will be a little humor, as I always use large helpings of it when things are rough.
My mom was 70 and was only a few weeks from celebrating her 71st. Although I’m here 9,000 miles away in Africa, I was looking forward to calling her on WhatsApp and singing my usual happy birthday song to her. Because I won’t be able to do that, I’ll go ahead and do it now, and I will do it again each year on her birthday:
Happy birthday to you,
You live in a zoo.
You look like a monkey,
and you smell like one, too.
For anyone who has attended a birthday party with me, you know that this is indeed how I sing the birthday song. I learned this much more appropriate version in elementary school and refuse to sing the original. Mom always laughed when I sang over the top of everyone else at birthday parties to ensure that they would hear MY WORDS. Ha, enjoy Mom. I will sing for you on your birthday and cry tears of sadness and remembrance.
I am consoled a little to know that Mom passed in her sleep. Peacefully. If anyone deserved to pass that way, it was my Mom. I talked to her just hours before she passed. She was in great spirits, and we laughed much during our call. At the end, we exchanged “I love yous”, and she promised to contact me after she saw a neurologist the next day in Seattle. But a few hours ago I received an urgent text from my brother telling me to call right away. I knew the news before he told me. I FELT it. It was early morning in the States when he texted, and good news doesn’t usually travel during the wee hours of the morning. This was no exception.
A LITTLE ABOUT “BOMB”
I am certain my father will create a wonderful obituary for my mother, but I just want to say a little bit about her. She is my rock and my comfort. During difficult times, she has always been there, unswaying in her determination and support, even when she disagreed with what I was doing. She never let her emotions take control–she was always cool, calm, and collected. She was always positive. ALWAYS. I think I get my eternal optimism gene from her for sure. She would always counsel that despite what dark times may have been hovering over family or friends, it would eventually be okay, and things would improve. She was always right.
Unfortunately, during this very dark time, I don’t have her to lean on, to cry on her shoulder, to laugh about stupid things with. Her death IS the darkness for me now. The tears flow ceaselessly today, and I know it will be a while before they stop. That’s okay. Mom always said you should cry–let it all out. I’m doing that, Mom. For you and for my family and friends, who lost a wonderful woman today.
Mom was a professional, and her composure served her well in her job. She was an administrator at Juvenile Court for like 40 years or something! I don’t know very many people who can say they held a job at the same place for that long. EVERYONE respected her. I was impressed by her confidence and competence. Even the judges held her in very high regard. I will always be proud of her. Here are some photos from her retirement party:
She was very active in her church and well-liked. Heck, I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like my Mom, or “Bomb” as I call her. I don’t remember exactly how that nickname came about, but I think it happened when I was a kid and had a bad head cold. “Mom” came out sounding like “Bomb,” so there you go. It stuck.
If you didn’t know my mother, I’m sincerely sorry. She doesn’t qualify for sainthood in her church, but she should. She certainly does in my book. Behold Saint Bomb, the newest angel in Heaven.
BEAUTIFUL FAMILY AND FRIENDS
Although this is a very difficult time, there are bright lights shining all around me: family and friends. Within 30 minutes of finding out, I started receiving emails and text messages from family members, giving support. I also notified my friends in Africa, and they were at my doorstep within 1.5 hours of learning the news. I am so grateful that they dropped everything to check in on me, someone they don’t even know that well. The messages continue to flow in with the tears. I will be forever indebted for the kindness that everyone has shown so far, and for the kindness I know will follow in the approaching hours, weeks, months, and even years. You honor my mother every time you console those who are left behind.
I don’t know how long it will take me to “get over” my mother’s death. I don’t think you ever really do. For her sake, I will try to have that calm, levelheadedness that she always exhibited, even during the saddest and most difficult times. Thank you, beautiful friends and family, for loving us now and loving my mother while she was here on this earth.
GOODBYE, BOMB
As I write, it seems appropriate that the last portion of this blog entry be a message to Bomb. So here’s the best I can do for now. There will be much more, but I’ll just whisper it as I think of it, and I know she’ll hear it.
Bomb, I love you. I told you that last night before I signed off our phone call, and you told me you loved me, too. You sounded so good, so healthy, so happy! You were excited that Snoqualmie Pass had opened up so you could travel to your doctor’s appointment tomorrow (today). We laughed about some other things, and you gave me support for some “stuff” I’m experiencing right now. You tried to find Dad for me to say “hi,” but he was outside. You told me you’d check in today after your appointment to give me the low-down. I never heard from you.
I’m so sorry that you didn’t get to see that doctor today. Who knows? Maybe he would’ve figured out what was going on and fixed it. But I can’t think about that because it will drive me crazy. And if you were here, you’d tell me to “relax” and just let nature run its course. You would tell me to accept what happened and rejoice in good memories. I will try, Bomb, but it isn’t going to be easy. In fact, it’s going to be damned near impossible. But I will do it for you.
You were the best Bomb a daughter could ever hope for. But it is just now sinking in that I will never talk to you or hug you again. I will never eat cherry noodles or broccoli cheese casserole that you made just for me. I will miss you so much. Please tell me this isn’t really happening, Bomb. It’s too much for me to handle.
I feel lucky that I have no regrets, though, Bomb. Our last encounter was extremely positive and fun, so my final memory of you is fantastic. I got a chance to tell you how much I appreciated you recently. Some people lose close relatives or friends without having a chance to tell them how much they loved and appreciated them. I will cherish that you went to sleep last night for the last time with my love and affection very near.
I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, but I’ll figure out how to manage. We will honor your memory. By the way, Dad is doing really well. He is very calm and collected–just like you. Did you pass some of your “way” on to Bad [my nickname for Daddy!]? I’m pretty sure you’re an angel sitting on his shoulder right now, comforting him and the rest of us, and giving him the strength to be strong when you can’t be there to do it for us. Thank you.
I’m awash in tears now, Bomb, and my head hurts really badly, so I need to sign off on this blog post and take a hefty dose of ibuprofen. But just know that I love you and will never ever forget you. Help me get through this pain, Bomb. It hurts more than anything I’ve ever experienced–even more than that time when I blew my thumbnail off with a firecracker. I would gladly experience that pain again if it would bring you back. In fact, I would experience it many, many times.
Oh: Give Frampa “hell” in Heaven, Bomb. Tell him I said he’d better behave himself! Also say hi to Nan, Grandpa N, and all the other loved ones and friends we’ve lost over the years. Kick up your heels and rejoice in paradise. You certainly deserve it–you were the best.
Ich liebe dich, meine kleine Mutter. I love you, my little mother. Watch over me.
-Badger down and out
I am so sorry to hear! What a lovely tribute you wrote. God Bless you and keep forging ahead. Hugs! Suzy.
I just read this post. Stephanie, I am so very sorry. She sounds like she was an amazing loving person and your best friend. She was an amazing influence and you are the person you are today because of her love. My heart breaks for you. It’s super tough to be 9000 miles away and wanting to hear her voice. I know from experience that if you talk to her, out loud she is listening and will answer you. You are still connected not matter where you are. Promise.
Hugs and more hugs. xxoo
And don’t forget that my mom is probably doing her spoon trick right now for Aunt Kathy if they have spoons there. Bob and I are both grieving the loss of your mom and will really miss her. She was always kind and respectful and positive even when she disagreed with something and she seemed to care about how other people felt. You were strong to be able to write what you wrote. Losing a parent is hard.
Oh Stephanie, I am so very sorry to hear about your mom…. I just ran into her at the post office not very long ago. So very, very sorry… Praying for all of you. I’m so glad you had spoken to her the night before. Please let me know if there is anything I can do.
Hello Steph,
So much emotion on this dreadful day, but first I just want to thank you for the wonderful piece you wrote about your mom on your blog. I happened upon it while at work and shamelessly cried, for the first time today after hours of holding back. So glad my boss was out and about. Such an ache in my heart for the huge hole that “Aunt Kathy” will leave. A gaping hole is the only way to describe it. She was always just such a sweetie, but never a dowd! Our family ages, and I am expecting more of “this” as the years go by, but this is really a shock, and I can only imagine how you must feel. I truly cannot believe that she is gone! I am very concerned for your Dad, what a difficult row to hoe. I am going down there tomorrow and taking him some fried rice. What a mercy that he has family and friends all so close in proximity. But still, it’s going to be very hard on him. We will be taking him fishing as often as we can this year (he is a wonderful fisherman, surprisingly patient!), and I’ll see him on my trips to Selah, and we’ll invite him up to Wenatchee.
Just know Stephanie that you are in my thoughts and prayers, as are your siblings. This is an ordeal to be sure, and grief is so painful, even physically. But what a gift to have such a Mother, but makes the parting so much more difficult. Better to have loved and lost…
I hope you get a little better every day. Hang in there, anything I can do please let me know. If I know Kathy (and I have since I was like…8?), there will be some good things that come from this, as hard as that is to imagine – she will see to it.
I love you.
So sorry, Stephanie, about your Mom. I lost both my Mom and Dad 6 years ago and am still grieving. You are in my thoughts.
Susan Koch
I’m so sorry you lost your mom, but happy you have memories of awesomeness and love to help get you through. As your friend Mary Ann said, you will never really get over it, but it will eventually and ever gradually become less thunderbolts of pain incessantly attacking to a warm “blankie” of memories that hurt a little but protect you. At least it was for me…there’s still the sadness and recognition the blanket can never be replicated but even at its shabbiest and most threadbare it still has the ability to give you comfort and love. Much love and hugs!
My heart is broken. I love your mom so much. She is supposed to be at Gwen’s birthday party tomorrow and her not being there will solidify that this horrible thing really happened. I’m so sorry Steph, that she’s gone. I love you.
Oh, Stephanie – Holding you tight as you walk this path of remembering and honoring your Bomb. You paid her a lovely tribute. It’s so tough to lose a parent. One doesn’t know what it feels like until its experienced first hand. I’ll I can say is that she will be with you forever – and thank goodness for that. It’s been thirteen years since my mother passed and I don’t think there’s a day that goes by without a thought or memory of her. I cherish those moments. You will, too. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you – I’m here. Until next time, take good care of yourself. xoxo MAJ
Amy messaged me this morning. I have no words. I pray for the family with tears! I saw your parents just last week at Magics. I could kick myself now for not interrupting there dinner!! You can have my shoulder anytime! Many hugs!!!!
I am so very sorry Stephanie. I know your heart is hurting very much. Your Mom sounds like someone I would have liked to have met. I am sending my love and hugs 9000 miles to you right now….and alot of tissues.
Steph, I’m so sorry. My heart goes out to you. I’m sending big hugs and prayers your way. You’re blog was beautiful and brought on many tears. We make that same broccoli cheese casserole every holiday. I love the honeymoon picture of your mom and dad. You’re mom has such a beautiful smile!
I am so very sorry, Stephanie. Your mother indeed sounds like an amazing woman who will be an amazing angel forever watching over you. Much love to you and family during this difficult time.
I woke up this morning thinking about Aunt Kathy reminding myself to send her a text for her appointment today and sending a little prayer ttha the doctors would know what to say about what is going on. Today I’m remembering one of my childhood memories when Amy and I would dilly-dally or for some reason missed the bus to school. Aunt Katy was usually at home in her nightgown getting ready for work, she would throw on a sweater or coat & jump in the car and drive us to school. She will be sorely missed.
I’m so sorry for your loss. This was such a beautiful note to your Bomb. She is your angel and will be with you always. Hugs my friend!
Oh my dear friend. I am so very overwhelmed with sympathy for you. My heart broke reading your touching blog today honoring your mother. She sounds like she was a terrific person and I know she helped create you, a very terrific person in your own right. She’s influenced you and there will be times when you will channel her and when that happens, may it bring you comfort.
God bless you Steph.
Thanks for your lovely comments, Nicki. Much appreciated. ❤