John’s mother Jean passed away on Friday afternoon so he left for England tonight to help his brother Sandy make funeral arrangements and to spend a few days with him.Jean was 92 and had been in ill health for several months, so it wasn’t really a surprise. But I don’t think you’re ever prepared for death. Jean herself always referred to it as “going to that great Taco Hut in the sky” (for some mysterious reason). Somehow I doubt she’s having a taco right now though…probably coffee and prosciutto by Lake Garda while she watches the boats go by.
After John’s father died, I had a dream that I met him in this beautiful outdoor café in the Italian Alps. “So what’s heaven like Adrian?” I asked. “Just great,” he replied enthusiastically. “It’s full of Italians!”
3 comments:
Susan, please pass my condolences to John. 92 is a good age but somehow it never seems like it's time enough.
Sorry for your loss. This photo is a lovely tribute.
Condolences to John and you. I like the image of her having coffee by Lake Garda...
As for heaven, thank goodness I speak Italian!
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