It could be said

[joegoda]

That she was an absolute wonderful mother. She made special cakes for birthdays, and was the den mother for a pack of rowdy cub sprouts, she sewed costumes for plays that never quite went as planned and was the greatest cheerleader when things went well and the most marvelous physician of the soul when things went ill.

It could also be said that it was she about whom the phrase "When she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was a terror"

And while all this is true, one inescapable fact remained. For good or ill, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, she was my mother.

Rest now, momma. You'll be missed, but by god! You finally made it out. Tell Jamie and Dad and Gary hello and I miss them, okay. Tell 'em I'm sorry I can't be there, but that's not my fate, as you well know, you old psychic you.

Betty Jo Goda Beebe passed through the veil earlier today, Oct 31st, 2009, after eating a breakfast of biscuits and gravy. She walked a new trail, blazed a new path and took a different road after a brief nap.

She always loved Halloween, and now she and Harry Houdini share a date. 'Night, Mom. I'll see you in my dreams.

Comments

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

Oh, my dear. I am sorry for your loss, but hopeful she has passed as peacefully as possible. I am glad her pain is ended.

Love to you, my dear Uncle. If there is anything you need from me, you need only say the word.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

I need you to be you, darlin niece. I need you to know with all your heart that you are an incomparable person, full of so much love and energy and that you are loved back as fiercely and strongly as you give it and sometimes moreso. The delivery may not be exactly as is wished, but the feelings are there and the sentiment is just as strong.