I’ve wrestled with the desire to share this bit of sad news with you. I’m not inclined to either bore or darken anyone’s day, but because my brothers and I could not have been with Mom in her last moments, she, being in a care facility in Montreal, closed to all visitors because of Covid, I find no other way to celebrate her life and love for her three sons other than to post a picture and a few words.
Just about to turn 93, the Corona virus took her swiftly. One day she was eating, the next day: a fever, short of breath, closed her eyes, then gone.
We are very grateful she did not suffer long from painful drawn-out symptoms associated with this virus. The regret remains in not saying goodbye face to face, and the utter frustration of not being able to be there for any funeral ceremony. (The anguish also bleeds into the utter lack of humanity and deception some are guilty of for not warning the world. But for now I will leave that to another day.)
Mom, we love you, and thank you for putting up with us hellions running roughshod all over your hand-washed and waxed floors. For putting up with my daily drumming for years. The long and loud band practices going back all the way to 1965. Always welcoming any hungry musician or friend for meal with the family. The best meatball sandwiches on the planet, all those Sundays on the beaches of Lake Placid. Beautiful times.
Our deepest gratitude and fullest love on this Mother’s Day.
Love you, your son