Be true to yourself. When someone tries to bully or belittle you…rise up with courage and pride. Honor your instinct and pride. Be kind. Be courteous. Those are my words to live by. u
I love old building. The details of the architecture –the craftsmanship.
This is an old building (photo above) in a small town in Eastern North Carolina. I tend to look up when I am walking and I notice details like this on buildings. I get a little sad seeing beautiful old buildings left to rot. I love architecture too. I think about the stone mason and designer who created this ornate letter B. I think about the people who entered the building when the downtown was bustling and the place to be. Now it seems strip malls are where all the action is. I have never once stopped to take a photo of a building in a strip mall.
I live in a historic house so I tend to gravitate to all things vintage and antique.
Here’s an update on things going on in my life:
I am getting ready to bring my mother’s ashes to Arlington National Cemetery to be reunited with my father who was inurned in 2004. He died in December of 2003, but it took a long time for his service to be scheduled. I was not able to make it to his service. so this is the first time I will see his ashes in the Columbarium. I am so proud of him.
This is going to be a very powerful experience for my family. I started a FundRazr page for my nephew so he could attend the service. I think it is important for him to be part of this ceremony. He was very close with his grandparents. They were a big part of his life.
In a way, I envy my nephew because he was able to get to know them and grow up with them present in his life. I am sad that my son will never know his grandparents (my parents). My son (3 years old) did get to meet his Grandma Betty when he was 6 months old. My father passed away long before my son was born. But I am lucky and my son is lucky that my husband’s parents live in the same town as we do and are a big part of my son’s life.
Read this post for more details about the Fundraiser for my nephew as well learning more about my mom and dad and my dad’s service in the Korean War. He was a member of the Frozen Chosin at Inchon.
I am preparing for the most intense emotional experience of my life. My mother’s funeral, where she will be inurned and reunited with my father’s ashes. It is a bit strange to think a box of ashes is anything more than that, but of course, it is symbolic. I know my father was waiting for my mother and they are together now.
I am being open and honest about my journey through the grief of my mother’s death. She passed away on Christmas Eve. Read this post if you are interested in more details. It was rather poetic — her passsing on the phone with me on her favorite night of the year. She loved Christmas Eve. The grief ebbs and flows. Peaks and valleys. The pain is less acute and more obtuse now.
Today I was getting my nails done (for some reason going to my mom’s funeral feels like getting ready for the prom — I have to have the perfect outfit. I wonder if this is normal. Please chime in if you worried about the outfit you wore to your mom’s funeral) and I was drying my nails under the light thingy. There was a mother and daughter pair. The daughter was a teenager and she was very sweet. The mom brought up how rushed the nail salon people were and that they rushed you in and out. I said I felt like cattle being herded. I then watched the mom and daughter interact and I wanted my mom so desperately. I wanted her to be alive. I wanted her right there with me. I had to clamp the tears.
I have had many moments like that where I almost burst into tears. It happened when I was trying on black dresses yesterday. I solicited opinions from the other women who were trying on dresses. There was a woman in the next fitting room and she was looking for a dress for her father-in-law’s funeral. She said that he loved color so she was going to wear a brightly colored dress to his funeral.
I settled on wearing this dress after trying on about 50 dresses.
I posted this photo on Facebook with the question, “Is this a good dress for my mothers funeral at Arlington?” and solicited social media help. Here are some of the comments my friends posted:
“Would she have liked to see you in it?” – Jed
” Yes:)” – Stephanie
“Betty, George Strait, your husband and Garth would all approve! That’s all that counts. you look great!” – Sean
“Yep.” – ReneeThis was my reply to their comments:
“Thanks for the feedback ya’ll. I ended up getting this one. I tried on about 50. I had a nice girl help me with zippers and feedback. Her name was Lateesha. I went up to her and bluntly said, “Look, I have a situation here. I need to find a dress for my mom’s funeral at Arlington Cemetery. I will need you to help me with zippers and solicit your opinion. Can you help me?” She said, “Yes.”
Then it was on. She was a sweetheart. She too was blunt which I appreciated. She asked me, “What happened to your mom?” Then she asked, “You’re not from around here, are you?” I said, “I live here now, but my accent is from Chicago.” Anyway, I bought three dresses because I could not narrow them down and choose just one. I checked out and then called for the manager to specifically compliment Lateesha on her customer service and help. That’s how Betty rolled. My mom was a stickler for customer service. If it was bad, God help you, she would let you know and your boss, and most likely create a scene. If it was good, she would let you know and your boss and create a scene (a good one). I used to get embarrassed by this sometimes (a lot), but one of things I love about my mom is how she didn’t put up with crap (in life, in customer service, in getting what she wanted). And somehow she did it with grace and humor and most people she interacted with always were laughing. Jeez, I need to take this ramble to a blog post or Microsoft Word.” – Megan (memomuse)
Anyway, it is time to wrap this post up as I have to dye my hair. I have been enjoying being a redhead. My mom was a natural redhead.
“A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.” – Anne Roiphe
If you want to make a donation to my nephew’s FundRazr (to help pay for his airline ticket), go to this link. I wanted to share this comment that a woman I have never met, left on the Fundrazr page with her donation. Her comment is so eloquently written about the beauty and power of Arlington National Cemetery. It made me cry. It is so beautiful.
“My father just passed away 3-13-13 and he too was a Korean War veteran. He was SCARWAF (Special Category Army Reassigned with Air Force). His inspired me to join the service myself. I hope John enjoys the trip and learns a great deal by visiting Arlington. It is a humbling experience. A lot of his fellow country men and women have sacrificed much for this great nation’s freedoms. Not all laid down their lives during conflict and war, but all did sacrifice by spending time serving their country away from their family and friends. The things you miss holidays, weddings, births, birthdays, graduations, last days with loved ones who pass on, and then funerals; these are all things that veterans miss which leave a hollow place in one’s hearts. John, just pause and look around when you’re there, then smile, because you are part of a great nation where it’s citizens don’t hesitate to protect her; your grandfather included. May your grandparents forever lie in peace together.” – Lorraine, HMC/FMF USN Veteran
If you want to follow us on our journey to Arlington, I will be posting on my blog and other social media channels.
You can find me here at www.memomuse.wordpress.com
Here is a link to my mother’s obituary. She lived and we will celebrate her life and legacy.