My mother's best friend is named Dottie. They have known one another for 76 years, since my mother, who is now 93, was 17. Dottie lives in the town where my mother and father lived for 63 years, When my mother moved two years ago to the rest home near me, Dottie was two hours away.
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The last time they saw eachother was at my Mother's kitchen table, at her last visit to her former home, when Dottie and her daughter and Mom and JB and I sat around eating coffee cake and drinking tea and soda and laughing about all kinds of memories.
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Dottie's daughter called me yesterday to say Dottie had had surgery that didn't go well and she was going into hospice. I called back this morning, wondering how my mother could see her friend. I started crying when I heard Dottie's eyes have been closed for two days now and her body is preparing its leave. I cried because this was a woman, barely five feet tall, whose smile and good humor lit up a room. She was a great friend to my mother: practical, reliable, cheerful, helpful.
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Anyway, Dottie's daughter told me that Dottie has only spoken twice in the last few days. Here are the circumstances of when and why:
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1. Dottie's daughter is telling the physical therapist that Dottie is 90 years old. Dottie mutters: "It's just a number..."
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2. Her family is trying to help her out of bed into a wheelchair. Her daughter says. "Be careful not to wrinkle her clothes." Dottie pipes in, "What's wrong with wrinkles?"
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Her children are going to remember these moments. And when I am old and ready to die, dear God, let me remember Dottie, and my own mother, and let me hold on to, and tuck under my angel wings, my precious sense of humor.
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The last time they saw eachother was at my Mother's kitchen table, at her last visit to her former home, when Dottie and her daughter and Mom and JB and I sat around eating coffee cake and drinking tea and soda and laughing about all kinds of memories.
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Dottie's daughter called me yesterday to say Dottie had had surgery that didn't go well and she was going into hospice. I called back this morning, wondering how my mother could see her friend. I started crying when I heard Dottie's eyes have been closed for two days now and her body is preparing its leave. I cried because this was a woman, barely five feet tall, whose smile and good humor lit up a room. She was a great friend to my mother: practical, reliable, cheerful, helpful.
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Anyway, Dottie's daughter told me that Dottie has only spoken twice in the last few days. Here are the circumstances of when and why:
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1. Dottie's daughter is telling the physical therapist that Dottie is 90 years old. Dottie mutters: "It's just a number..."
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2. Her family is trying to help her out of bed into a wheelchair. Her daughter says. "Be careful not to wrinkle her clothes." Dottie pipes in, "What's wrong with wrinkles?"
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Her children are going to remember these moments. And when I am old and ready to die, dear God, let me remember Dottie, and my own mother, and let me hold on to, and tuck under my angel wings, my precious sense of humor.
God bless Dottie on her journey. She sounds like a wonderful woman to know. ((hugs to your mom))
ReplyDeleteYou made me cry! I love Dottie, she's quite the wit. I hope to be surrounded by as much love when I pass on...
ReplyDeletemuch love
Oh dear friend, when you started crying I started crying because it is hard to see people leave. Very hard, no matter the age.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry for your Mom. When my Mom's friends died she tood it very hard.
I love you kj.
I love Dottie's stories.
Love Renee xoxo
Precious indeed!
ReplyDeleteI'm betting that Dottie, (much like my own Mom did) was trying to lessen the fears and sorrow of those around her.She used the way she knew best; Humor.
Hugs all around,,,,and prayers, of course.
barbara, she really is a doll. i can't imagine her sick, let alone dying. it caught me off guard.
ReplyDeletestacey, did i REALLY make you cry? me too about dying surrounded by love. my father died in his bed like that. it made me stop fearing death, just like that. xo
moon sister, did you REALLY cry? (i am being a silly wise ass right now , i don't know why. my mom won't remember clearly that dottie is gone, but i have to say i feel so badly she will not see her again. i wish i had pulled a trip together for her a couple of months ago. (I love you too)
babs, amazing that someone could be just about unconscious and crack sweet jokes. i know hearing is the last sense to leave in death. hey, are you back and painting? xo
old age often speaks the truth
ReplyDeletedear kj,
ReplyDeleteyour sense of humor is one of the best most charming character traits about you.
You make everything ok and safe by shining your light on even scary sad things like dying.
And then they are beautiful memories instead. I hope I can be like you.
Don't cry anymore, okay? read what you wrote.Celebrate that these amazing women, your Mother and Dottie had 76 years. 76 years.
Such a priceless post.
All my love to Dottie, little silver threads spiraling up to heaven, connecting us all, never breaking, to blossom in eternity and bind us all together again. May God reward a life well-lived with a peaceful passage...there is no end...the Life of God is stronger than death. Peace to you also and much love to your Mom.
ReplyDeletei am in love with Dottie! She is truly wonderful and a wise woman, i will miss her too. Thank you for sharing her story with us, i adore her
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this brought a tear to my eye :(
ReplyDeletedottie sweet dottie ,
who could not love dear dottie
What a beautiful post. It makes me think of my best friend. We are 5,000 miles away but we have a wonderful long-term bond that seems to glow. Your mom and Dottie will always have that. Death is just a little more distance.
ReplyDeleteAh it must be hard to let go of someone so dear. Hope Dottie is not in pain.....
ReplyDeleteI wish your Mom you and her family a lot of strenght...
hug
>M<
What a lovely lady, your mother, too - and thankyou for reminding me that retaining a sense of humour is important. I must remember that in the years that are left, for all too often, the days are too full of frenetic activity.
ReplyDeleteOh, sweetie, thank you for sharing this with us. It's so hard when loved ones leave us, and I'm so thankful for the slow times like this when we can gather last moments and transition with them. My best friend and I met when we were 13 and I think of us someday in our 80's and it makes me smile and a little sad all at once. I'm sending all my love to you and to Dottie's family! xo
ReplyDeleteSending prayers that dear Dottie has a peaceful journey into the unknown. What a lovely friendship of so many years. Your mom must be sad too, but you know I noticed with my mom, yep things like wrinkles and year numbers and many other such stuff just dont bother you any more when your 90 plus.
ReplyDeletemaybe I should say, just dont bother you in the same way they might have when you were younger.
ReplyDeleteDottie sounds like a strong woman, full of faith, and love.
ReplyDeleteWe will be praying for their family and yours.
Hello dear KJ. Dottie and your mom remind me of my husband's grandmother, who in later years said exactly what she thought, no matter who was there. Age and the opening gates of eternity seem to make all those social filters fall away. Truth and love and humor are all that really matter.
ReplyDeleteDottie sounds lovely. She and your dear mom were so fortunate to have such a long and true friendship. I imagine that your mom remembers fondly many of the happy times they shared.
I hope Dottie has a peaceful journey, and that all who love her are comforted by the fact that she lived and loved well in the time she was given.
Losing someone is so sad, I know. Please give your mom (and yourself) a big hug from me, dear twin sister.
Love and BIG HUGS,
xoxoxo
Angela
So many sweet and heartfelt comments.
ReplyDeleteJust ditto me on all of them.
I know Dottie feels the love that surrounds her. She'll leave her mark on many hearts.
peaceful journey, sweet Dottie.
Hugs to you and Mom.( and love)
xoxoxo
Lo
I hope my sense of humor is that on my last leg of the journey. Maybe it is good that your mother will only remember the good at this point in her life. Dottie I dont think would want her sad.
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lovely post, and lovely ladies all of you.
ReplyDeletexx
my own mother died at 57, you have had nearly 40 more years of memories and love, you are truly blessed.xx
ReplyDeleteSo sad but also uplifting that she retains her sense of humour to the last. Such a shame that your mum is going to lose her best friend.
ReplyDeleteI still love the 'its just a number.'
ReplyDeleteLove Renee xoxo
I love Dottie :)
ReplyDeletethat's sad news... but lovely to read of a lifetime friendship.
I have a special friend too... that I have had since childhood and I hope to be her Dottie in years to come.
Beautiful post kj... a little sad, but still beautiful.
best wishes
Ribbon :)
I'm sorry about your Mom's friend, Karen. The interaction between Dottie and her children are good reminders to us on how to understand and treat our own mothers when that point comes. Is your Mom able to see Dottie one last time? Maybe you could go? Lots of love to everyone, Margaret
ReplyDeletewow.. i love Dottie already!
ReplyDeleteEvery year I become increasingly convinced that it is, indeed, just a number.
ReplyDeleteMe too kj.
ReplyDeleteI think it's because life is too short to not get right to the point.
friends forever,
lori
I am so sorry about Dottie. Big hugs and a really big hug for your mom. xoxo
ReplyDeleteHow sad, yet how wonderful that your mother and Dottie have had this life long friendship. Good to remember too the importance of keeping a sense of humour.
ReplyDeleteI love that she has kept her humor intact her whole life! That is how I, too, hope I would be!
ReplyDeleteTo live a life to it's fullest...Dottie doing that til the end, uplifts all of us, doesn't it
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