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captainsblogThe call came yesterday. My late sister's mother-in-law, the sole relative of that generation to anyone related to me in my generation or below, died on Monday at the age of 99. She'd been in a Connecticut nursing home near the younger of my nieces in recent years, but her longtime American home was in central Pennsylvania, and it is to that ground she will return on Monday of next week.
I remember little of Mimi. She met her second husband in France when he was there during World War II, and he brought her (and I believe her young son Jean-Pierre) back to the US with him after the fighting ended. They ran some sort of resort in the Poconos that I vaguely remember visiting in the late 60s after Jean-Pierre met and married my sister. Walter died in 1994, and Mimi soldiered on, for the longest time at the family manse and in recent years up in New England, having buried both her son and her daughter-in-law, and having only her grandchildren and one niece still in the old country.
Weather and scheduling permitting, I will head that way sometime on Sunday, attend Things in PA on Monday morning and be back here Monday night. Nicole is taking charge of the arrangements; I'm not sure what her sister's plans are, or my sister's for that matter, but we have so few family connections on either side of my family, it will take quite a lot to keep me away from those I love.
And, yes, just as the earlier sequence of anniversary remembrances came one on another, almost exactly three weeks apart- my sister's 1988 death, their 1967 wedding, her husband's 2007 passing- Mimi made it just over four weeks past that last occasion.
She asked for donations to be made to a charity of one's choice. I'm pretty sure Eleanor knows which one I'm thinking of- it's for one of you with a dire pet medical situation, and as soon as I can find the details, you will find some modest blessing in this remarkable woman's passing.
I remember little of Mimi. She met her second husband in France when he was there during World War II, and he brought her (and I believe her young son Jean-Pierre) back to the US with him after the fighting ended. They ran some sort of resort in the Poconos that I vaguely remember visiting in the late 60s after Jean-Pierre met and married my sister. Walter died in 1994, and Mimi soldiered on, for the longest time at the family manse and in recent years up in New England, having buried both her son and her daughter-in-law, and having only her grandchildren and one niece still in the old country.
Weather and scheduling permitting, I will head that way sometime on Sunday, attend Things in PA on Monday morning and be back here Monday night. Nicole is taking charge of the arrangements; I'm not sure what her sister's plans are, or my sister's for that matter, but we have so few family connections on either side of my family, it will take quite a lot to keep me away from those I love.
And, yes, just as the earlier sequence of anniversary remembrances came one on another, almost exactly three weeks apart- my sister's 1988 death, their 1967 wedding, her husband's 2007 passing- Mimi made it just over four weeks past that last occasion.
She asked for donations to be made to a charity of one's choice. I'm pretty sure Eleanor knows which one I'm thinking of- it's for one of you with a dire pet medical situation, and as soon as I can find the details, you will find some modest blessing in this remarkable woman's passing.
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Date: 2012-12-13 01:39 am (UTC)good luck this weekend and monday.
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