“Precious Tears”

“Precious Tears”

November 21, 2013
by Philip P. Grous
Read during Florence’s internment ceremony on November 26, 2013

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As we prepare ourselves, physically and emotionally, to take Florence to her new home, we recall that we have shed many tears over the past two months.

e were concerned about her periodic “crying” episodes when she would almost come to tears for no apparent reason while talking with someone.  There were a few excited tears of happiness when she emerged from her hip surgery with a new vigor to continue on with the rest of her life.  We cried a river of tears in Kennedy Hospital with each new piece of discouraging news from the physicians or every sign of her discomfort.  We celebrated her 76th Birthday at her bedside, but the words to the Birthday Song were particularly difficult to utter.  There were community tears when some of the dedicated nurses came into her room and cried with us.  Even Hospital administrators were touched by our closeness as a family looking out for our Mom and Wife.

There have been good times in the past too.  When we were just newlywed, we went to Strawbridge & Clothier to buy our furniture.  They weren’t exactly tears, but rather shock as we took on our first “large” debt, over $600 for the furniture.  But what a joy!  We were on our way to actually setting up house.

There were anxieties too when each of our four children were born.  So happy to have them, but would we be able to handle it?  We were excited about their futures, and our job together as parents.

The good times were repeated often when we traveled around the country and sailed on our Caribbean cruises.  She enjoyed her family gatherings, the children, our friends, and especially her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  She would call them on the phone, or they would call her, and she actually had long conversations with them.  She was fond of a little “gaming” too (see her frequent trips to Harrah’s in Chester or Borgata in Atlantic City).  Her favorite trip of all was to Las Vegas, where she could play all night.  And she was always looking for a good card game where she could win a few dollars.

Think of each of those tears as Golden Coins and deposit them in your Memory Bank.  Then, when you feel a little sad about Florence, cash in a few of those Golden Coins to bring back some of the precious memories.

 

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