It was hard on my father--he didn't understand why he wasn't at home. But it was very hard on my mother, living alone. By January of 2017, she decided she didn't want to live alone any longer. Then came the dilemma of making the best decisions for their future. She really wanted to "have at least one more year of living with Dad." Ultimately, we moved both of them to Palm Village, in the memory care unit. They downsized from a three-bedroom home to a single room. A single room! That was not an easy transition. My mother did not have memory issues. Yet she was living in a memory care facility.
She did not complain. And I know it was a difficult transition for her. I think one of the hardest days was the day when her grand piano was picked up to be sold. She lived a life full of music. She taught piano lessons until she was 89. Her students loved her. Many of them started in second grade--she liked her students to be able to read and for their hands to be able to span an octave. And many stayed with her until they graduated from high school.
Her biggest joy, one that came toward the end of her piano teaching career, was teaching her two great grandchildren, Charlotte and Levi, how to play the piano. She made an exception for them, starting them earlier than second grade.
My father used to say that my mother "came alive" when a student came for a piano lesson, and I believe that.
Later, I found that she had saved every membership card from every music association she had joined, no matter that the membership had lapsed.
Her service was held on Wednesday, August 22. There was a short graveside service.
My brother, Jeff, delivered the eulogy.
Our sister-in-law, Gracie, and Aunt Rubena
Mark and I received some lovely flower bouquets.