We had the calling hours for Mom today, and it was a very nice occasion. My siblings decorated the room with photos of Mom and produced a terrific video as well, and we were surprised and delighted by the people who had journeyed from near and far in a driving rainstorm to pay tribute to a woman who had a life well lived.
One of our friends who did not know Mom, but who stopped by to pay their respects, mentioned that the room really didn’t feel like a mournful occasion — and she was absolutely right. There was a very positive vibe as old friends reconnected through their recollections of this kind and positive woman. It was exactly the kind of upbeat event that Mom would have wanted, and appreciated.
The photo above was placed next to the sign-in book. It is one of my favorites, of a fresh-faced, bright-eyed, dimpled ingenue just back in Akron after two years at the Mount Vernon College for Women in Washington, D.C. The inscription, made out to Dad in Mom’s careful handwriting, reads: “To Jim, As Ever, Agnes.” I think it is a fitting coda.