In Loving Memory of My Mother.
My Mom passed away late August last year of cancer. Today would have been her birthday so I wanted to write a few lines, but instead I’m posting the words that were spoken at her funeral from her Chaplain Sandra Lucas who worked at Mount St. Joseph nursing home where my mother resided for many years. It was clear that Ms. Lucas really knew my mother well and I will never forget the speech she gave that day.
When I think of Janice the song “I did it my way” by Frank Sinatra comes to mind. Janice certainly did things her way. And she did it with gusto, determination, and passion. She was strong-willed and she was a fighter. Right up to the end, she didn’t give up. Right to the end she did it her way.
Janice called me her spiritual counselor. She and I would meet every Friday at 1:00. Sometimes at the smoking table outside, sometimes in the Morning Glory Café. Janice had a deep faith in God. Every day she would read from the “Daily Word,” a collection of reflections for the day. When she was in the hospital, she’d ask people to bring her her “Daily Word.” She would think about it and tell me what words had given her hope. She liked the saying “With God, all things are possible.” At times, she would lose hope and feel discouraged or she’d be roaring mad at everyone; but she would always get back her positive outlook and feel hopeful. And she would help others to feel that hope as well.
She could tell when you were down or discouraged and she would be there for you - her family, her friends at Mount St. Joseph, her friends in town, the staff. “What’s going on with you?” she would say. She loved giving hugs and joking with the staff She knew how to lift your spirits when you were down. When I visited her at hospital, I loved seeing her interactions with the nursing staff Janice would give it to them and they would give it right back and she loved it.
Janice. She was caring, strong, feisty, and unpredictable. She could love you one minute and be mad at you the next. Just when you thought you had the routine down, she’d change the routine. Life knocked her down a few times, some would say many times, but she was always got back up fighting. And she loved to dance. In the café, she told us how she’d love to go dancing and wear hot pants and a halter top. “I was quite the number,” she said. And she was - quite the number - a number and a person we’ll never ever forget. She did it her way – and she did it so well.
To close, I’ll read - not sing - these words from “I Did It My Way.”
“I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I had my fill, my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way.
Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way.”
The song “I did it my way” was in fact one of my mother’s favorite songs, but as far as for performance goes; Frank Sinatra was not her favorite version of it. From her favorite Artist who sang that song, I have provided her favorite version of it below, from his very last concert.