I write this from 30,000 feet, enroute from Seattle to LAX where I'll connect with a much smaller plane and fly to Prescott, Arizona. You haven't heard from me in a couple of weeks and I want you to know why.
Last week, my sister Denise, my brother Greg and I said goodbye to Queenie. Our sweet mother chose to leave this world a few weeks after her 97th birthday. I use the word "chose" as intentionally as she created her departure. We are convinced and delighted that Nina (her real name) manifested exactly the death she always told us she wanted. She could, as you good readers know, be plenty determined.
She was healthy and as feisty as ever up to a week before she died, when Denise phoned and told me that suddenly something major was in the works. I flew up immediately with Greg, thus giving us all a truly lovely last week with Nina, which of course is just what she had in mind. She made it clear to us during that time that she was proud of us and of her grandchildren, that everything she wanted to do seemed already accomplished, and that she was done here and ready to go.
She died on Monday evening, August 6, quickly and, we all believe, at peace.
Nina liked visiting San Pancho. I'm so glad she came last Christmas.
She told me afterward she wouldn't travel again, but she had a fine time re-visiting her San Pancho friends and enjoying a taste of Mexico, which she loved. She especially enjoyed Panchito's ("the bar") and the people she met and interacted with there. Thanks, all of you, from her and from me, too.
I'll post again in a week or two. In the meantime, if you're so inclined, look up at the sky and blow a kiss. She'll get it, no doubt about it.
I remember your mother, from those bygone days of Xmas gatherings, and am glad she went quickly, with beloved children by her side. . . I follow all your postings and live vicariously from them. Candice, you are such a damn good writer and I feel SO fortunate to have access to them.
Posted by: Thelma | August 17, 2012 at 07:16 PM
I think Queenie was a one in a million and thank you for sharing her lovely spirit with those of us who never had the chance to meet her. You can tell she will be swooping in for a visit now and again, so keep the tables set and a log on the fire in the dream space for her to pop in occasionally to keep her eye on her beautiful family. Abrazos Candice.
Posted by: Gretchen | August 17, 2012 at 04:26 PM
Blessings to you, Greg, your sister and sweet Nina. I will blow a kiss to the stars tonight.
Love -
Posted by: Jeanne | August 17, 2012 at 03:20 PM
Have been savoring all of your blog as I have yet to visit San Pancho. Am planning to come down in September.(Attempting a move to the area, as you have done.)
What a treasure, your Mom being able to leave the body with that simplicity and having you all connecting with her the last week. I, too, blow a kiss toward Prescott from just over the mountain in Sedona.
I would love to meet you and if you would like to spend an afternoon in the red rocks, please contact me.
Blessings as you are with your family.
Posted by: Heidi Larson | August 17, 2012 at 10:38 AM
Blew a kiss to heaven and one in the direction of Arizona! Really wishing I could see you and give you a big hug.
Posted by: Sheri | August 17, 2012 at 08:51 AM
That photo of the gorgeous Nina and beautiful Allison is perfection. Kisses sent skyward.
Posted by: Travis | August 15, 2012 at 08:28 PM
I blew her a kiss, and one for you, too. It would be nice if you could find a gold nugget this time that's a little larger than a piece of glitter! Although if there are people who can write your name on a grain of rice, I'm sure they can encapsulate your "nugget" in one of those bottles, too, and it will appear to be as big as a ring on the finger of Elizabeth Taylor! And like the Navajo say, it is "the going" that is the reward, not necessarily the end result. But, still, a honkin' nugget would be quite a good opening for table conversation at Thanksgiving. Love to you . . .
Posted by: Judith Anderson | August 15, 2012 at 01:05 PM