Don't worry, Rosie is fine but it's just the two of us now.
After a really long year of ups and downs, my Mom passed away August 31st.
Her name was Dorothy - Dorothy Ann Roth Nelson. She was a nice German girl from Palisades Park, New Jersey. She was smart, wise in a way that will always escape me and totally unflappable.
And she was patient - especially with me. I kept thinking if I took good enough care of her, she could get stronger... at least for a little while. But that's not the way life works, is it? She knew that before I did... I think she knew that last Fall. But she had to wait for me to realize that her "good days" were becoming the exception so after a few trips to emergency, she entered hospice care in July.
My brother and I were so blessed to be able to have her at home for her last weeks and months, and that we were both able to be here when she passed.
We were also blessed to have a really great Mom. Of course, she was convinced that she had the smartest, cutest, most amazing kids ever. Though I have to admit, my brother is seriously cute in this picture. I'm just serious... it's probably that bowl-haircut.
While we both miss her, we're both comforted in knowing that she was at peace. She told both of us that she'd lived a long, happy life full of more adventures than she ever would have dreamed possible. She got to christen a ship in Scotland, ride a camel and see the pyramids in Egypt, she met Imelda and stayed in the Presidential Palace in the Philippines, and she trekked through the Andes Mountains in South America. But the coolest thing she ever did - in the view of both of her kids - was run a still while living in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. Our Mom! A moonshiner!
That probably explains why she needed patience with yours truly.
Just so you know... she once grew a pot plant too. To about 3' high - and bushy. She didn't know what it was... and no, I'm not going to explain how the seed got into the flower pot. You'll have to ask my brother about that.
They met while she was working as a secretary for Aramco in New York City. He was an engineer visiting from Saudi Arabia and he sent some documents to the secretarial pool for typing. He became annoyed when his typed pages were returned to him with corrections to the grammar. It simply wasn't possible that he was wrong.
They were married a year later following a long-distance courtship by mail... letters my Mom had until she passed.
I hope you'll forgive me for telling you a bit of her story but that's who I am. I love stories. I get that from my Dad.
While I do sometimes take liberties with the rules, I get my love of writing and language from my Mom.
Mom, you'll be missed. You already are.