gwstang
Platinum Member
My mother finally passed away at 92 and we buried her today. She was doing very well for that age and no real health problems but, her organs were just worn out the doc said. They started failing and she went downhill very fast over about two weeks until she slept all the time. She still had a few elderly friends that are alive and they came to the funeral and of course all the family and grand-kids and great grand-kids. It was an old fashion funeral with open casket and such. I don't care for open casket but it's what she wanted. I was one of the pall bearers and I never knew just how heavy those caskets are (she only weighed about 120 lbs). I asked one of the funeral directors if anyone had ever tripped and dropped one, she said no...but almost. The preacher did a most excellent job. It's me and my two sisters left and I am glad this thing was over, just wore me slap out. There is one thing you can be sure of at a funeral....the women folk will yap your ears off...completely. I took my hearing aid out and slipped it in my pocket after I had enough of that. :confused2: She told me awhile back that she had never been depressed a day in her long life. That is something right there for someone raised in the great depression and much more. Her first husband just up and left her with two small children (my sisters). Didn't say anything, just went to work and didn't come back and emptied their bank account. Back then (around 1948 or '50), he could move to another state and not have to pay child support....so that's what he did. I asked her when she realized he had left and would not come back and she said after a couple of days. Very hard times on a secretary salary with two kids...but she made it work (no welfare then). Then she married my father, a ww2 vet that had joined the army at 16, lied about age, and went through some hard tough stuff that he would not really talk about. He worked for the old GM&O rail road. She said he would come home sometimes and sit at the table with his head in his hands and repeat over and over, "I can't do this". PTSD for sure. He eventually settled down and they lived a good life and had me. She said she never had depression even after all this, just amazing woman. I'm the baby at 62 and just retired..lol I like to read stories of how the folks did things back in the great depression and war and everything going on. What did they do/how did they survive/how tough things were? That generation was tough as He**!
