memories of Judy!

I placed a basket with purple ribbon around it on a table at the entry, these are the things people wrote:

Judy was an angel sent from heaven.  In my time of need, Judy came into my life to
help care for my five minor daughters.  It was a miracle how Judy bonded with them,
she actually became a grandmother to them.  To this day Judy still holds a special place in our hearts.                                   Paul Sanchez

                                                  ~~ My Judy~~

Lots of wonderful memories of Judy.  I met her when she started working for my brother Lonnie at Hannah's Triangle in Ivanhoe.  First great memory was when she made me a  barbie cake for my 18th birthday. She became a true best friend over the years- We got wild together. She was going through a midlife thingie and I was 21 so we did lots of dancing at  Faces, Marco Polo, El Presidente, (Flinstones). And then our next phase of life was just a true caring, loving relationship. Judy was in my wedding. I cherish my friendship with her above all others. She never forgot my birthday or my kids birthdays, never forgot mine or Donnie's wedding anniversary! She was amazing. I will miss her more than I can express.             <3 Kelley Joslin

  

"Every memory is an amazing one that will never be forgotten."
                                                    No name

"Even though I didn't know Judy, she seemed really nice.  She couldn't see or move around on her own very well, but think about it, she's in a better place she can do all those things now.  I know you're sad now, but think about it
she's in a better place and you will see her again."  
                                               Krystiana James

 "Judy was the brightest light in Ivanhoe.  She made the Triangle a joyful place to work."
                                                         Jimmie Hannah

"Judy will be missed by all at Sierra Medows.  She always had a smile on her beautiful face."                                                  No name

"Grandma Judy,

          You will always be in my heart. 
                    Your friend,"  Paula Ortiz

"I remember how vibrant she was!  So much fun! She was the "life" of the 8:00 AM Coffee hour.  Things picked up when Judy got there!  She never let her "seeing disablility" get in her way,  She was so funny!  She treated each of us like family!  I loved her like a sister!"     Her Friend, Niki in apt. 110

"Judy my cousin that was as close as a sister.  Judy blessed to know you.  Miss your wonderful laugh and never complained.  Love you so can't say enough."

                                                              Pat Grammer

"LaDon and Family,
I met Judy in 1987 and have so many good memories i cant seem to pin point one.  Well maybe when Brendon fed the fish will always stand out. She was a quiet listener and always pointed out Louie's good points when we would fight and I would vent to your mom.  She prayed with me and for me too many times to count.  She will always be near and dear to me and my family.  Her words of encouragement will be remembered for years to come."  Love Karen & Louie Amanda, Amy and Angelina Louisi

"Judy my sister in the Lord, my confidant.  My go to and accountablilty gal.  My fun loving buddy.
                                                           XXOO."
                                                                   No name (I Think this might be Sue Thompson)

"I loved Judy so much she was my cousin.  Told her that many times-  she was so special- and know that she will be missed but Jack and I know where she is- back with her momma- + Jesus + Daddy." 
                                             The McClures

"She was a great bartender and we shared many great happy times."  No Name (someone from Sierra Meadows.)

"She was a loving and caring friend and I loved her. "  Erlene

"My Grandma was a remarkable person!  When I was little I always wanted to go to her house.  Those days are gone now."  Samantha Gill

"When Antonio first met Aunt Ju-Ju he loved her.  I think it was her gentle, loving way of interacting with children, not pusy at all.  He grabbed her face and gave her kisses, open mouth sloppy kisses on her chin and smiled at everything she said because he knew how beautiful she is."  Antonio Cruz's story told by his momma Ida

"I'll  never forget how a dove wouldn't fly away on the side of my house.  I knew right where to take it, Grandma Ju-Ju's house.  When I got it there , Judy said she had a dove that had no companion.  It was meant to be, the doves fell in love and soon there were small doves.  She was a blessing with all of her birds!  There was so much peace there!  I love you Judy!"  Robin Barnett Daughter-in-law

" Our Judy was an amazing person.  Even with her handicaps, she was friendly, outgoing and loving.  She had a wicked sense of humor.  She is greatly loved and will be sorely issed."  (Computer Lynn) Lynn

"From the window of my heart I will see Judy walking with her dogs outside carrying her coffee cup.  (Smiley face)  Now she is walking with new eyes with the Lord.  RIP Judy you will be truely missed."  Paula 226 Sierra Meadows

After my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer I was visiting at my Aunt LaDon's.  I played the song, What A Difference A Day Makes, on my phone and shared a dance with my lovely grandmother Judy."  With Love, Jake Barnett

"Aunt Judy yelling at every bum that we pass, "That's my boyfriend!""  Danny Poncey

"I will never forget one time when I was about 12,  I had a paper route which meant I would have to get up in the morning and fold and deliver about 100 papers for people. I would usually do this on my bike.  One time I was so sick and my mom knew I had to deliver these papers.  She got up early folded the papers and took me in her car I knew the route and she threw the papers.  She did alot of things like that she was very kind and compassionate.  I will always cherish these things in my heart!  It is not goodbye mom, it's just see you later!" 
Love LaDon Gill

 "My favorite memory is Aunt Ju-Ju's kindness, love and wisdom.  Always there to listen to me."  Unknown

"My favorite memory of my sister is how she would always have a pot of bean on, the bed ready with clean sheets, fresh coffee and a smile from ear to ear at the front gate when she would greet us."  Norma June Cruz

"Having a fresh cup of coffee and visiting." Unknown

"Every memory is an amazing one that will never be forgotten! "    Unknown

     

 

                                                                              

 

Obituary

Judy Barnett

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Judy Riggs Goldsmith Barnett Judy Olene Riggs Goldsmith Barnett nickname: Ju-Ju was born on 3-14-1944 in Kennett, MO., to Chester A. Riggs and Edna Jo Speakes. Raised by daddy Norman R. Goldsmith and Edna "Jo" Speakes Goldsmith. She passed away May 10, 2012 with her grandson at her bedside. Surviving family daughter: Joyce "LaDon" Barnett Gill (David), daughter in love: Robin Garcia Barnett, sisters: Ruthann Askin (Tim) Fernley, NV., Norma June Cruz (Gary) Union City, CA, brothers: Ric Riggs (Laurie) KS., Larry Riggs ( Cindy) IN., nine grandchildren and six great grandchildren. She was preceded in death: Rickey Norman Goldsmith (Brother), Amanda Ruthann Gill (Granddaughter), Kevin Michael Spencer Gill (Grandson), Michael Wade Barnett (Son) She attended Washington High school Fremont CA and COS. She was a CNA, Apartment manager, Cafeteria worker VSUD, Hannah's Triangle and Nanny. Her hobbies include cake decorating and baking she was an avid ceramic artist, and raised birds. Active in the Sierra meadows social club A few years ago Judy lost most of her vision but never let that get in the way of her enjoying life. Judy loved the Lord and was such a sweet prayer warrior. She will be sorely missed by all. A celebration of life will be Saturday, May 12, 2012 at 3:00 PM at Gateway Church Auditorium. Private burial. Condolences may be e-mailed to info@salseranddillard.com

Published in Visalia Times-Delta and Tulare Adv-Register on May 12, 2012

Walking in death's shadow

We have finally come to this place where my mom is asleep and in another world most of the day and night.  She looks at peace and as long as we have her sitting in a chair, she feels like she can breathe.  She is only giving me short yes or no answers to questions like, "Mom do you need your blanket on your feet?"  I am going to stay by herside all day today. 

As I am typing this I hear the radio; my sweet husband remembered to put the radio on the oldies station, so my mom could enjoy music playing softly in the background.  I am touched by his acts of kindness toward my mom.  He has been so good to get up in the middle of the night, when I needed his assistance.  He gave my mom a hug last night and you could feel the love in the room.  They have never been super huggy - squeezie and they have for the most part had a love / hate relationship all these years.  My mom told me a few months ago she felt like she resented him because he took her daughter away.   She said sometimes that is the way it felt but also said, that she loved him too.  The minute we got married we were sent to live far away because of my husband's job in the Navy. 

Her dog princess has been totally by her side, she knows what's happening.  I texted and called everyone yesterday to let them know that my mother's time here on earth is coming to an end and soon she will be healed for heaven.  Her good friend Kelley Joslin came over she had been on at a conference of Dental hygienists in Anaheim and was traveling home when she got my message.   My good friend Kellie Hawker came and picked up the girls, who have been pretty good for the most part but are stressed out, and whisked them away from the reality that their last grandparent is dying.   My mom's friend Arlene came over and she was so emotional, she had to take a moment to compose herself before she sat down with my mom.  Our son Robby and his wife came over and they sat with grandma for a while.

I called my mom's two sisters and gave them an update on my mom and while I was on the phone with my Aunt Ruthie. I looked up and saw this dark cloud of bees right above my head moving fast.  I said something like, "I have got to go there are bee's coming toward me!"    I ran into the house and the bees swarmed our old water tower. 

I am calling hospice this AM and going to see if the nurse can come out today.  My prayer for my mother is she is comforted and out of pain today.

So many things have happened...

My mother came back from her trip to Nevada. She had a wonderful time with her sister Ruthie.  I came to see her the day after she returned.  She was very excited to show me all the things she had purchased while she was gone.  I had something very heavy on my heart to tell her.  On her birthday, my home was sold at auction.  We had attended a home preservation workshop the day before my birthday, February 23, 2012 and on that very day someone taped a notice of sale on my door.  The sale date was for my mom's birthday March 13, 2012.  Three people reassured me that this was not in their system and just a formality.  They continued to reassure me on the phone that this was not a true sale.  And on March 11, 2012 they finally told me they were indeed selling my home.  The house I shared with my father, the home we had painstakingly remodeled: the kitchen, dining room and bathroom.   So during the time my mom was gone.  I packed and moved and unpacked and moved.  Geeze we have a lot of stuff.  We have been married 28 years and we are on the verge of horderville! 

I knew that all things would work out fine and never once did I worry about this entire process.  I only worried that my mom would find out before we had a place and this would cause undue stress, on her already frail condition.  We were so blessed!  We found this neat, old, farm house,  just three miles away.  I never cried one time during the whole process.  I knew that God was in control.

I sat on her couch and told her all about what had transpired.  I broke down and cried and told her that I didn't want her to hear this from someone else.  I didn't want to be a disappointment to her.  She re-assured me that I was not a disappointment to her, that she loved me no matter what.  I just sobbed into her arms and then she says," I sure hope the hospice nurse gets here cause I want to go see your new house!" 

I told her that I had dreamed about this house months ago when we were worried that we might not have a home.  I woke up from my dream and told my friend Lynda and my husband all about the dream.  I didn't realize this was the same home in my dream, until I had a Déjà vu moment while moving in on the second day and it took me back, as to how much detail I remembered from my dream.

The hospice nurse finally came and left, and then we loaded up her dog into my car and I drove her out to see the new house.  She loved it!  She said it felt like she had been there before.  She climbed into my bed and took a three hour nap.  I brought her back to her apartment and gave her her pain medication and she went right to bed. 

She had been coming back and forth from her apartment to my house and we decided that she should stay with me because of her brain tumor and probably the pain medication she was very confused.  There is no one to give her medication there at her apartment and there were a few mornings where she was confused and anxious before I arrived.

  Hospice was kind enough to deliver a hospital bed and bed side table to my home.  Her bedroom is right next to ours and her windows overlook the blooming Camila's in our yard.  Bright pink and red can be seen through the slats in her window blinds.  Her door is a glass french door so even when it is shut I can check on her. 

Sue, Judy and Julie

Louie and Karen and Judy



Kelley and Grace, Joseph and Judy

I have had lots of special angel friends of my moms who have been an enormous help.  I have had to move a little at a time all the rest of our stuff over and her friends Arlene and Betty were gracious enough to offer to come over on Monday and sit with her while I went off to move and pack my stuff.  Tuesday her dear friend; Karen, came all the way from Woodlake, to stay with my mom,  Wednesday her friend Sue came over and sat with her and this was her worse day she slept the entire day.  I was worried about her.   Thursday her friend Karen came back over to stay with her again and Friday her friend Kelley came over and stayed with her.  I am glad to say that I am done moving!  and I am beyond grateful for each one of these ladies who gave up their time to spend the day at my home with my mom. 

Mom is in Nevada

I got up early to make a few phone calls and get my home straightened up and then left with Olivia to my moms house.  We stopped over at the donut store and bought her two donuts. On the way over, the respiratory therapist, called and said, he had her portable oxygen machine.  He had tried to contact her but she wasn't answering the phone.  I told him I was en route and I would call him back and confirm that she was home.   She was in the courtyard with her friends visiting.  I called the respiratory therapist and he said he would be arriving shortly.

I walked my mom back to her apartment. where all of her bags were packed and ready for Ruthie and Tim to pick them up.  She was a little anxious but not too bad.  She had lots of small things to do before she left.  We read her bible and she ate her donut as she waited for the the respiratory therapist to came and demonstrate her machine.  It is convenient, the size of a medium handbag and a strap that goes around her shoulder.  It operates on battery or can be plugged into the cigarette lighter.  That was an answer to prayer, because her tanks and the other machine would have been too bulky to carry back to Nevada. 

We got a chance to visit a little bit while she was packing and I told her, "You need to promise me that you aren't going to die in Nevada"   she said, "Well I will try not to, but I can't make any promises."  We both laughed! It's good to just laugh sometimes, when you're talking about serious things, it seems to ease the tension.  

Aunt Ruthie and Tim arrived and I briefed her on how to dispense her oral medication and how to use the oxygen machine, while Tim loaded up my moms bags.  Her good friends Arlene and Betty stopped in to say goodbye.  Betty had big tears rolling down her cheeks.  Olivia and I hugged and kissed my mom goodbye.  She had to stop at the hospice office to fill out paperwork and they left around three to go back to Nevada.  They were in a hurry because a storm was heading that way and snow on the mountains could make their passage treacherous.

Surprise, Surprise, Surprise...

When you say it three times together, you can't help but to think of Gomer Pyle; this was his trademark saying and it makes me laugh.    Today my mom's friends decided to throw her and Lori Trowbridge a surprise party. It was all planned out, I came a little early to drop off the balloons and my salad for the pot luck and visited with my mom.    I had to run and pay bills and told her I would come back later.  My mom called me to tell me to come back because there was a meeting to discuss her wishes and formally put them on paper. Her director Lori was there and the social worker Claire, Kellie Joslin and I.

Judy and Betty 

When I returned, everyone was waiting for her in the community room and all I had to do is get her there.  Now that sounds easy right?  Not this day, it was like herding cats, she didn't want to walk through the laundry room to get to the party.  She wanted to walk out the front door and all the way around the building and sit on the benches in the back of the courtyard.  A friend came up and started to chat with her and I walked back to the party without her.  I explained my plight to her friend Betty; who is kind of a take charge kind of gal. She has a certain tone to her voice. A tone  that you just want to do what she says and nobody will get hurt.

Judy and Lori 

She brought her over to the community room and everyone yelled surprise!!  She was too!  Her friend Betty and Arlene had decorated the room and bought her a cake, with Lori  and mom's pictures on the top.  It was a lot of fun!  I love pot lucks because you never know what's going to be at the party, but most the time its delicious!    My mom was so excited and happy.  I know this just made her day!  I had to leave because our older daughter Samantha was in a play and my husband volunteered to do the concession stand; which meant that I was his helper.  So I kissed my mom goodbye and left with my husband.

I kept thinking about my mom the whole entire night and got home and found I had a message on my phone.  It was my mom, she had been thinking about me, she left me the sweetest voice mail, it made me cry.  I called her back and left her a message.she called at 10:30 PM and we talked for a little bit.  I love my mom.

Tomorrow...resting in God's grace.

Tomorrow we have her oncology appointment where we get the last test results.  I feel both nervous about what this could be but yet, I feel peace knowing whatever God has in store for my mom and our family, he will carry us through this.

Karen Luisi and Judy Barnett at her daughter's baby shower 

I am going to get over to see her today sometime this afternoon.  I have only seen her briefly on Saturday night when I brought our pictures over to her.  I was busy this weekend at a woman's Christian conference in Porterville with my friend Lynda and about 250 other women.  The phrase, "The will of God will never take you where the grace of God will not protect you."

So we will find out just what the other test revealed when it said metastatic lesions on the brain.  

PET SCAN APPOINTMENT

I left my cell number with the oncologist just in case they needed to contact her about the PET scan and they called today and left a message and I called back.  She is scheduled for February 14, 2012: Valentines day, to have a PET Scan.  She has to arrive by 10:30 in the morning and she will be given another call to inform her about the preparation for the appointment, basically directions on what she needs to do before.

I called my mom and gave her the information about her appointment and we chatted.  Today is the day I go out to Lemoore to grocery shop and run errands.  I asked her if she needed me to pick up anything. We want to go see that movie, " Extremely Loud, Incredibly Close."  and while she was on the phone she told me she wanted to call me last night but thought I'd be asleep and I told her I wanted to call her but thought the same thing.  We have that "ESPN" connection again.   She told me that she decided that she wants to go have pictures, have lunch and go see a movie that is coming out on my birthday.  I told her that she should go on her trip and she said she prayed about it and she feels like she needs to celebrate my birthday and then leave the next day.

I told her I would be by later to see her and wanted to take her and her friends pictures.  I called her later when I was on the way home from the grocery store and told her that I was going to put away the groceries and I would be over.  She sounds so tired on the phone.  I told her to get some rest and call me when she wakes up she said, "No you come over I will wait for you."  So I lugged in all the groceries and put them away and put together a bag of stuff that I bought for her at the store.  They had a sale on Cranberry juice and she loves cranberry juice so I picked up extra.

 I feel a sense of urgency to get back to her when I am gone.  She called me the other day just to tell me she was thinking about me.  I had just finished praying for her and the phone rang.  It made me feel like God heard my prayer and whispered in her ear to call me.  I don't want to overwhelm her with my presence but I want to be there when she needs me.

I pulled up in front of her building and she wasn't in her apartment,  I tapped on the door and Lori the property manager was there she let me in and said my mom was probably out on the bench where her posse congregate.
Her group of ladies consists of Betty who is several years her senior and rides around in a motorized chair but can get up and walk short distances.  She has salt and pepper grey hair ..  Arlene who has short blonde slightly wavy hair and a very pretty face.  She looks so good for her age. Arlene has a radiant tan from living in Hawaii before she relocated to Visalia.   She is my mom's bestie. These are just a few of the group she hangs out with.

We walked back to her place and my mom told me that she was tired.  We talked about going to see a movie but when you don't feel good you don't want to go anywhere.  She ate a plate of food Arlene had brought to her and she talked on the phone to her sister Ruthie, who is coming down tomorrow to stay with her for a few days.

We decided on the last minute that we would go to the mall and get some refills of the air fresheners at Bed Bath and Beyond.  When we got to the mall I asked her if she wanted a pretzel from Auntie Annie's.  Those pretzels are the best!  We both got a salted pretzel and walked over to the Bed bath and beyond to shop.  They had a special on those oil refills so I got her three and I got three for me.  While we were there they rolled down the metal doors which signaled to us they were closing.

I took her home, hugged and kissed her goodbye and had to go meet David for a late dinner because he had lodge.

Dragons and other scary beasts...like CANCER

Cancer is like...a great big scary beast you dare not speak it's name or it might swoop down on you and make you wish you had never heard of such a thing.   There are lots of different scary beasts in the world, as there are lots of different cancers, each one has a different name and personality.

We all went with my mom to her oncologist it was in Tulare.   I felt like my mom's entourage, we had her friend Arlene, my sister in law Robin, niece Monica and I.  We were informed that this cancer she has is NON-SMALL CELL CARCINOMA (Our Dragon has a name!)  I asked why its not large cell carcinoma and the doctor told us that there are five sub-categories of this cancer and its depends on what it looks like under the microscope.   He named them off and the only one I recall is squamous cell, the only reason this comes to mind  is my year of biology in college.  Her dragon is Adenocarcinoma and it's also the most common form of lung cancer.  The good news is this is a slower cancer then the small cell cancer cousin.  The bad news is there is a five year survial rate, and she is stage four.

While we waited for the doctor there was a poem in a frame on the counter in the doctors office.  He has a big, comfy, leather recliner in each exam room instead of an exam table for the patient.  So my mom sat in that chair and I spotted the poem and asked my niece Monica if she would read the poem out loud she declined she was afraid she would cry.  So I began to read it....

What Cancer Cannot Do

Author: Unknown

Cancer is so limited...
It cannot cripple love.
It cannot shatter hope.
It cannot corrode faith.
It cannot eat away peace.
It cannot destroy confidence.
It cannot kill friendship.
It cannot shut out memories.
It cannot silence courage.
It cannot reduce eternal life.
It cannot quench the Spirit.

We all sat in silence and everyone commented on what a nice poem it was, it reminded me of the bible verse about God's love. Romans 8:35 "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?"  The answer is nothing separates us from God's love.

The doctor seemed nice he was a short, older Chinese man with salt and pepper grey hair and spoke pretty good English. He was reassuring that chemotherapy has changed in the last thirty years, its not as hard to take and the side effects aren't as harsh. He asked the same questions that mom and Arlene has filled out on a form. It seemed redundant to ask them again, when they were answered on a paper before she was even seen.

I could tell my mom was irritated and in pain. She says her head hurts all the time and now her pain is in in her legs. I feel bad for her and all I could do is reach over and rub her back and reassure her silently. The doctor is ordering lots of tests: a PET Scan which basically injects sugar into the vein and cancer is attracted to sugar and where the cancer is, it glows brightly. This will give us a map of where our dragon has been in her body. The next test is a bone scan to make sure the cancer hasn't spread to her bones. And the last test is an MRI with contrast to see if it has spread to her brain. The scary part of this cancer is it spreads to the brain in 60% of the patients with lung cancer. I hope this isn't the case with her.

The group decides to go back to her house and Robin is going to pick up pizza. I had to attend a board meeting so I just had her drop me off on the way home. I asked Robin for a ride, because I wanted to talk to her after the appointment we hardly get to visit in our busy lives. I knew we would have things to say. They all went back and had pizza together. My mom said they had a nice time, and once again, she is surrounded in love.

Pepsi and quarters...

Olivia and Jessica Rager
 getting their groove on

My mom called me yesterday and asked if I would bring over some Pepsi.  I was at a rainbow installation with our girls and  I had planned to bring her over some last night but, I forgot that there was a dance after the installation and my girls love to dance!  We had a good time, we helped clean up afterward and I offered to drive some of the left over food home for the Hoffman family.  They looked exhausted.  It is a lot of work to host an installation, both their daughters were in gorgeous dresses and the food was wonderful.  I was happy to help.  We have a big Ford Excursion so it can hold lots of stuff and myself and three girls to help them cart all the food in.

Samantha, Savannah and Olivia

I woke up this morning and gave my daughters directions on getting their chores done.  We have a little girl living with us who is one year between the girls.  So we have 13, 12, and 11 year olds.  Savannah's parents became homeless right after Christmas and they are staying in a garage with her grandmother on the other side of town.  Savannah would of had to change schools and there really isn't room for her there.  We have plenty of room at our house and she is such a sweet little girl it's a blessing having her here. 

My mom had called me and asked for quarters for her washing machine; if I could pick some up for her, when I got her Pepsi.  So off I go to the dollar store, no sooner did my feet hit the door when my cell phone starts ringing.  It was Olivia and I could hardly understand what she was saying through her sobs.  "Momma, Sami-Jo is being mean to me."  I told her that she needed to get along with her sister and do her chores or she would be in big trouble when I got home.  That phone rang four times and each time unintelligible sobs came from the other end.  I finally had to say, don't call me again.  My brain was fried.  I felt so stressed out, I couldn't even find the money in my wallet to pay for my purchases.  I finally found it and the cashier was happy that I wasn't holding up her line anymore.  

I had planned to bring the Pepsi and quarters and stay for a short while.  Once I got to her apartment, she had to walk her dog, so we ended up outside with some of her friends sitting on a bench talking about their plans for the Superbowl and the party they are going to have.  My mom leans over to me and says, "I have been so busy since I moved here with all these party's."  We both looked at each other with a knowing glance.  We both know she loves the excitement.  Today's excitement included fire trucks responding to her housing complex because one of her neighbors decided to put her oven on the self clean cycle; and this oven was too dirty for this option.  The dirty oven smoked out the entire building, and caused the alarm to sound, the same alarm that sounded the night we found out she had cancer.  

We talked about her upcoming trip to Nevada to see her sisters. Aunt Ruthie lives in Nevada and Aunt Nornie would travel from the Bay Area and meet her in Sacramento.   She had been wanting to go see her friend Glenda, who she met at the blind center and she lives in Palm dessert, her friend Arlene; who would be giving her a ride there, was going to leave around my birthday and she didn't want to miss it.  I told her to go see her friend.   We could celebrate our birthdays together when she got back. We are just two weeks apart and twenty years difference in age.  I told her, "Mom you should travel while you feel healthy enough to; you never know how much time you have before you won't be up to traveling."

David, LaDon, Robby and Jeremy

I offered to put her wash in the machines, but my mom had to walk down to the laundry with me and show me how to wash clothes.  I had to chuckle a little bit, because I have been washing clothes for over twenty-eight years now.  I married a widowed man with two small children and I got thrown into the whole housewife gig overnight. I just stood there while she loaded the washers; all the time complaining about the fact that she HATES front loaders.  I had to get back home and take the body count see who was left standing after epic battle in the Gill home.  So I gave my mom a hug and kissed her goodbye and left for home.  

I drove down our street and was relieved to see all three girls and Olivia comes up to my window and announces, "Our bikes got jacked!" I was so mad! I said in a very calm voice, "Both your bikes were stolen? In a louder voice I asked, "Why weren't they locked up on the porch?"  No one could answer that question for me.  Later they came to me and said they suspected that they were locked together and someone stole them both.(Highly doubtful!)  I laugh now as I am reading this because they must have thought about this for quite some time and came up with an answer that would deflect any blame that might be coming their way.  

In Death's shadow...

Non Small cell lung cancer...This is what we are fighting.   My mom had my sister in law Robin and her daughter Monica come and meet us at the clinic. We all crammed into a little exam room.  Her doctor came in cheerful as ever, tomorrow is her birthday and during her exam, my mom started singing, "Happy Birthday" to her.  She told us the grim news that it was what we had suspected; but hoped in our hearts wasn't. Monica put her head in her hands and sobbed quietly.  My mom reached over to console her oldest granddaughter as Dr. Mahoney handed Monica a box of tissues.   She had printed up a paper that told us all about it.  The symptoms and how they detect it.

She has put in a consult to the Oncologist and we are all going to go there on Monday.  As I write this my mind keeps repeating this so I will just close with it.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Psalm 23:4

The day before...

Today is the day before tomorrow... Which is the day that we will find out exactly what we are dealing with.  My mom had her CT Scan with biopsy on January 31st  which is almost two weeks since we got the diagnosis in the emergency room.  Lots of thoughts flood my mind as I wait for this day to finish and tomorrow to begin.

My grandmother  Jo Goldsmith

I think about everyone we have lost to death in my lifetime.  All of them have been very sudden departures. When I was young my little cousin Charlene died and although she was ill; it came as a surprise that she had passed way.  I was sad about her passing but her death was hardest on her mother Norma, "Aunt Nornie" who had lost her only daughter.   My beloved grandmother Jo Goldsmith; who always made an effort to make everyone feel so special and loved, had a heart attack; went in for a bypass surgery, had a stroke a day later and died with our family surrounding her bed and singing hymns and praises to Jesus.   What a beautiful way to leave this earth and be guided into the heavenly realms.  Her death left me very sad for a very long time. I mourned my grandmother and had to go to see a counselor to deal with my grief.  Little did I know that the coping skills that I gained from my time on a counselors couch, would help me through the rest of my losses.

My next loss and this is one that no mother wants to ever do, loose a child, let alone your only daughter.  It was an accident and happened when we were in the middle of moving clear across the United States, from Washington state to Florida, for a job that my husband had taken.  Amanda was only five years old and looking back, I think I had a feeling something was very wrong.  I waited for the movers the whole entire morning to come and start packing our stuff up. The whole day the verse in Isaiah 40:31 kept coming to mind, But they that wait upon the LORD will renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. 
My husband had called numerous times because he had found a perfect house for us, but needed my signature; so we could proceed with an offer, of course this was way before every home had a fax machine.  I had to travel fifteen minutes into town to fax it at our Realtor's office, but I couldn't leave until our older boys got home from high school.   When they finally arrived I was fairly agitated because the movers were very late, my husbands persistent calls and the urgency in his voice that I had to get those papers signed.   I remember leaving our home and as I am walking down those stairs to leave, a sweet little voice calls back to me and says, "Wait! Momma you forgot to give me a kiss!"  I was in so much of a hurry that I just waved her off like a pesky fly and said I will kiss you when I get back. Little did I know at that very moment,  I would never get the chance to kiss that sweet, little rosy cheeked, girl again.

Amanda Gill 

 While I was signing the papers, I got a 911 page, it was my oldest son Jeremy and he was frantic, "The trailer is on fire and Amanda is trapped inside!" I was shaken, I asked him to repeat himself and then I rushed out to get in my car and drive home. We were kind of hanging out in the trailer because there was nothing left in the house that wasn't already packed.  I had to save my daughter!  I had to give her that kiss!  I promised!  As I got to the truck, I felt an overwhelming peace come over me, it felt like a big hug.  I paused for a moment and then started to talk to God out loud.  I said, "God I don't know what has happened; but if you have taken Amanda to heaven, you'd better just take me right now too!"   I just kept repeating this over and over and then when I rounded the corner I saw it, a beautiful rainbow and it was sitting right over our road.  It hadn't even rained that day!

We lived back in the forest of a very small town in Washington state.  So the road to our house was blocked by police cars and firetrucks.  I saw our oldest boy Jeremy standing in the road crying.  He came over and gave me a hug and all I could do is scream to the top of my lungs, "Don't you tell me she is dead! Don't say it Jeremy!!" He just grabbed me and through tears told me "Mom I am sorry Amanda is gone"  I just flung my body to the ground and wailed, I wished right then my heart would burst because it felt so full of pain! My son Jeremy, who seemed so much older then seventeen, helped me to my feet and walked with me up the hill to our home.  I saw my son Robby being treated by the paramedic he was crying but it seemed so surreal! I just kept walking toward our home. My son Brendon, who was eight, came up and was crying said, "Momma, Amanda is walking up to heaven on that rainbow"  and we both looked up and that rainbow was still just as bright and right over our road.

Looking back, that is exactly what she did, she told God, "Hey if I am going with you, I have to give my momma a hug first and then can we walk there on a rainbow?"  Amanda was so cleaver like that!  No matter what reverse psychology I tried on her, she was always on top of that game. " Amanda if you don't eat your food you won't get ice cream" I would tell her and she would casually look up and say, "That's OK I don't want ice cream anyway"  I was just in a daze we had her funeral a few days later and then we went on ahead and traveled to Florida where my husband had started his new job.  Our family grieved for Amanda.  We went into counseling to deal with our grief.

Grandpa Norman Goldsmith 

My maternal grandfather died and I was twenty weeks pregnant with our daughter Samantha when I flew from Florida to California to attend his funeral.  My grandfather was a great man!  He showed us the value of hard work and determination.  He was a migrant farmer in the late 1920's traveling to pick whatever crop was in season.  He was self educated and very, very smart.  He was a good Husband, Father and Grandfather.  I was sick when I attended his funeral and was hospitalized the day we buried him with a bad gallbladder.  I had to have it removed before I came back to Florida because I was so sick.

My Brother committed suicide just three months after my grandfather's death and this came as a double whammy to my mother who just lost the two most important men in her life.  It was a shock to our entire family.  I couldn't even come to his funeral because I was too pregnant.  I felt so alone and isolated in my grief.

Kevin's footprints

 We were blessed with a little baby boy, who just totally surprised us.   We didn't even know we were pregnant until I was fourteen weeks along. I was sent to have a amniocentesis and the needle punctured the amniotic sac and caused his demise.  I was exactly 20  weeks along.   Kevin Micheal Spencer Gill was born Still on June 30, 1999.  1 in 250 pregnancies are lost because of amniocenteses.  These are not good odds and I would advise against it.  We would have kept whatever God chose to give us, healthy or not.

Edward Barnett 

Fifteen months ago my father passed away after suffering a stroke unexpectedly and died the very next day.  I am so thankful to God that he allowed us to bandage hurts from the past and become a very close father and daughter.  His death came as a surprise and shock to us all.  The night before he watched a TV program with us and I went to wake him the next day and he was unresponsive.  He spent the night at the hospital and the next evening he passed away peacefully.

So here we are walking in the shadow of the valley of death waiting for tomorrow...

What doesn't kill you makes you stonger...

So here I am in my garage and a random thought comes over me, I think to myself, you know my kids have never had head lice, not one of them.  I stood a little prouder as if this were an accomplishment of mine and
I somehow deserved an award for this.  I actually reveled in the glory, of the shallow thought, for a few minutes. It passed and I went on with whatever I was doing, which was probably laundry, because the washer and dryer is out there in the garage.

No more then a week passed by and I made an appointment for my girls to be seen by the doctor and planned to go shopping out at the base and  brought my mom along for the ride.  We check into the pediatric clinic and we are called back and I explain that Olivia had an allergic reaction to shrimp on new years day this year and ever since then she has been itching her head.  My husband had asked me to look at her head to make sure she didn't have bugs there and I parted her hair and casually looked; but didn't see anything, so I just dismissed it as a residual side effect from the allergy.


The Doctor comes in, he is an older Filipino man, he looks at Olivia's head and says: "She has fleas."  I am incredulous! I said to the doctor: "Are you sure?  Fleas really?"  He shakes his head up and down and motions for me to take a look. I part her hair and sure enough she has bugs all through her hair. The very moment he says that, Olivia throws her head back just like a pez dispenser and starts to bawl.  It was so cartoon like, we all burst into laughter.  I felt so bad for Olivia.  The whole time my mom is sitting right there getting the news too.  Her jaw was tight and you could tell she was not taking the news well. 


Now if you know my mom well, you will know she is freaked out by the thought of bugs.  We lived in Ivanhoe as a child and one time. a big black cockroach scurried out of a box from the garage and I thought my eardrum was going to bleed because she let out such a shrilling scream.  I also remember having scabies when I was younger and she almost boiled my sheets because she was so creeped out by this.  My older boys got scabies and having suffered from them as a child; I was totally familiar with the routine. You slather cream on from head to toe and wash your bedding and all is fine.  

we did a lot of nit picking in the gill home

The doctor looked at Samantha's hair and found eggs and I asked him to check me and he said he didn't see anything in my hair. I was upset.  We had fleas! Then the doctor leaves the room and comes back and informs us no those aren't fleas, they are LICE, and just then, the whole scene in the garage flashed through my head, where I was bragging to myself about this not happening to my children as if they were somehow better then the rest of the world.  I was talking to my mom about it in the parking lot and she actually hushed me because she was embarrassed someone would hear us say the word LICE.  Who cares what total strangers think!  

They had to order the shampoo it would be in the very next day.  We were lucky enough to find it on sale at the Navy Exchange that day.  I didn't want to wait one more day.  I was in a hurry to get home and take a shower and get those creepy bugs off my girls.  We also had Savannah to think about too.  

We dropped my mom off with a bottle of NIX shampoo just in case and on the way home, Samantha and I discussed how we would just be sick if we found bugs in our hair too.  We rushed into the bathroom and started combing my hair out over the sink and almost hurled when I saw the fist bug fall out of my hair.  Samantha found some too in her hair and so did Savannah.  Samantha said they had "Jazz hands" as they waved to her from the sink.  

We all washed our hair with shampoo, that kind of smelled like hand sanitizer and stripped all the bedding and put the pillows in the dryer on high heat; to kill all bugs and their eggs.  My mom went back to her apartment and we drove over there, after all the hair was treated and dried, to share our lice killer spray, we had purchased.   She didn't let me in her house, you could tell that she was shaken up.  I learned later that she told her friends at the senior housing and my sister in law.  

I think about that situation and it reminds me of a bible story I once read about David in II Samuel 24: where  King David decides to count his army and the bible says; God was so mad at David for doing this.  When I had read this years ago, I couldn't understand what the big deal was.  So what! I thought, he is the leader of the army,.the king wants to take inventory.  Oh no, that wasn't Davids intention at all, David was being haughty and boastful and he was being a bully by counting his army.  God sees the heart always.  God was angry at David because it was not his army to count it was Gods Army.  Even though David was remorseful of his sin against God  gave David a choice of three different punishments which included: 1. Seven years of famine.  2. Three months of fleeing from his enemy 3. Three days of plagues.  Which if you look at it the third choice seems like the easiest but it wasn't  David lost 70,000. men in one day.  

The fact that my kids had never had lice wasn't  my accomplishment as a mom, it was God protecting my children from a pesky parasite.  The chances that these bugs were alive and well, in our hair at the time that I had had these thoughts, are pretty much 100%, what I should have done, when this thought came to mind was to thank God that this has never happened to us and for him to protect us from it happening in the future.
   I learned what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!

(Here is some information I have just learned, because when we got home my husband was convinced we had given our dog lice too and would need to be treated.  We called our friend Tony, who works for Petsmart and he told us that Dogs don't get lice they get fleas, people get lice they don't get fleas.  I don't know why the Doctor at the Naval hospital didn't know this. I suspect he googled it and found out, but was too embarrassed to admit he'd been wrong about the fleas.)

A call in the night...

A call in the night... We were watching (Ground Hog Day) and my cell phone rang, it was my mom.  I had thought about her off and on all day long and decided to let her get a hold of me if she needed anything. She said,"Would you mind coming over and spending the night?"  I said, "Mom, is everything OK?"  She assured me it was, she just wanted my company.  I told her I would get some stuff together and be over in about an hour.

My Mom and I

When I arrived at her place, it has a security front door, so you have to pick up the phone and call her and then she buzzes you into her building. I called her and was surprised when she met me at the door and gave me a big hug and told me how happy she was that I had come over.  We walked back to her apartment and once inside the door she turned to me and said, "I am starting to think that the Doctors are right about this being cancer" This is the first time she has ever shown any emotion.  She got a little teary eyed and we said something that made us both laugh and it cut the tension.

I took a shower, while she tucked herself into bed.  When I got out of the shower and got my pajamas on and she had me climb into her tiny little twin bed, and we just talked.  She wanted to make sure David, my husband wasn't upset about my coming over to spend the night, I reassured her he wasn't mad at all.   She asked me to make her a drink and then complained about her feet hurting her, so when I brought her drink to her, I offered to rub her feet.

I pulled up a chair at the end of her bed got some lotion and just rubbed her feet and we talked and talked.  She finally had talked herself to sleep and I just sat there in the dim light of her room and watched her breathing.  I can hear her wheeze as she breathes in.  I sat there for a long time, I said a little prayer, thanking God for this moment with my mom.

Welcome to Walmart...

Walmart day: I called my mom and told her hey mom I am on my way to come take you to the Walmart.  I was in the car and on my way to her place.  I thought for sure she would be ready and waiting for me to arrive and take her considering how excited she was about going to Walmart.

I arrive at her place and look all over for her.  She wasn't in her apartment, or on the back yard area and then a little lady in the lobby tells me she is in the laundry room.  I go into the laundry room and there she is putting  the last shiny quarter into the machine.  She talks to me as we are walking back to her apartment and once we get inside, she tells me that she cannot leave with her clothes in the washer.  Oh this was so frustrating! I thought to myself, well we have been talking about going to Walmart for four days now. She says to me, "You go on ahead and go without me to Walmart."  I told her, "Mom you wanted to go to Walmart, I don't need to go to Walmart.  I am here to take you to Walmart"  After a few tense moments she finally decides that she can trust Lori the lady in charge of her senior housing to transfer her clothes to the dryer and put them in her house.

Off we go to the Walmart.   I am too busy helping her push the cart I didn't see it until we almost tripped a guy with her cane.  We get inside and  start our shopping and I remember that I left the stupid list back inside the car.  So I told her to just wait for me and I would hurry back to her.  I went to the car and sure enough there was that list sitting right on the front console where I'd left it.  My mom has limited sight because of cataracts since birth and a stroke inside her eye, that left her good eye with partial fields of vision.  That is what requires her to use a cane.  She was able to go to a state funded center so she could adjust to her limited vision and stayed there a good part of a year, a few years ago.

We go down her list and get everything she wanted.  She was so happy to get those horrid bright orange circus peanuts.  My grandpa used to eat those and I tried them when I was a little girl and have never liked them.  I am surprised to find that she is a big fan of those orange candies that are shaped like a peanut on one side.  We got her stuff all to the cash register and she checked out.

Our next stop was to Hobby Lobby to get flowers to put on Michael's grave.  I wrote a few days ago that it was on Saturday the 21st but realized it was Sunday the 22nd.  I don't know how I got that date wrong.   She was a little disappointed that they didn't have red carnations and shared with me that Michael had gotten her a bouquet of red carnations when he was a little boy.  That was always his favorite flower.   We found another bouquet for my grandparents and their little baby boy Rickey that was born and lived for just one day.   Michael's bouquet had several nice red roses mixed with different colored flowers.

We stopped at my bank and got some money so I could put gas in our car.  I was on the "big Iguana"  The big empty we used to say that, when the kids were little and laughed when we realized Iguana wasn't spelled with an e like it sounds.  Anyways we ended up at McDonald's because my mom had to go potty, and while we were there had two yogurt parfaits and a soda and just chatted.  We talked about how thankful I was to have the grandparents I did.  How they lived their lives making a monument for themselves in their children's hearts.

We got to the cemetery and the dark sky started to just sprinkle rain on us as we went from grave site, to grave site, putting flowers on graves and remembering our loved ones.    My mom mentioned that she wanted some donuts and I took her by Scotty's on the way home and she got a dozen to share with her friends there at her senior housing.

I kissed and hugged her goodbye she told me that she was planning to go to her bible study tomorrow.  I told her to call me if she needed me and I would come back over.

Sunday Supper

I got a message from my mom's friend Kelley Hannah Joslin who was planning on going over to visit her on Sunday.  I was going to wait for a while before going over to her house so they would have time to visit.  I finally went over to her house around 4 pm and she was busy chatting with Kelley.  Kelley is a sweet girl she has brown hair cut right below her neck and the prettiest round brown eyes.  She's about my age, late forties, who has been a close friend to my mom, ever since my mom worked for her family cooking hamburgers at Hannah's Triangle over 30 years ago.  My mom was in her wedding twenty years ago and still has her dress that she proudly announces is a size 8.

The plan was to go to Walmart and then over to the cemetery to place flowers on Michael's grave.  We got busy just chatting and even though Kelley left soon afterward. We decided that we were going to put off our trip to Walmart for another day.  I told my mom that I had put a prime Rib in the oven before I left and invited her to come to my house for Sunday Supper.  My mom was very excited to come over for dinner and we left and headed to my house.

The prime rib turned out wonderful~  All these years I have been searing my roasts in a pan on the stove with hot oil and seasoning and then cooking in the oven.  The trick to a tasty roast is to bake it at 550 degrees for 20 minutes and then turn the oven down to 350 degrees and bake for the remainder of time to pounds ratio.

I walked  through the door and whipped up a side dish and angel food cake and brownies.  My mom visited with our friends who are staying with us and my daughters while I finished dinner. We were getting ready to carve the roast and I think my mom was so hungry she could have eaten it off the bone.

We served up my husband David, on a TV tray, who couldn't leave the television or the 49's would surely loose.  It sure was a close and disappointing game.  We all sat down around the table gave thanks to God and ate our meal.
There was the normal table talk with lots of chatter.  Yelling and moaning came from the living room, where a field goal leveled any chance for our 49'ers to go to the Superbowl.    Dinner was soon over and the dishes were cleared and desert was served.  It was time to go and my mom went to find her purse and cane and it wasn't where she thought she put it.

We looked and looked, all over the house. I thought where in the world could her purse have been put? She swore up and down, her purse was around her neck, when she was tasting the meat.  Everyone was a part of this search party, we looked in baskets, in the car, on the hook, that I place my purse on when I walk through the door.  That purse was no where to be found.  I said to my mom, "You know mom we are both blondes"  I told her about the time that I could have sworn I left my purse at the dog groomers and called the groomer and asked them three to times to please look again for my purse, each time the lady would come back and tell me that my purse was not there.  I was so sure it had been left there, I was in shock when my husband went home to find it on our front porch swing.   I told her, "You probably left it your house."  She says, "I am platinum, you might be a blonde, but I am platinum.I am positive I had it here"

So, after looking again I convinced her that we go check and see if its at her home and if not, we would come back to my house and I was prepared to tare it apart to find it.  My friend Lynda volunteered to drive us in her rental car, because her car is still in the shop.  I was a little relieved because if we had to make a round trip it would be cheaper gas for me.  Her little rental takes way less fuel then my "Ford-a-saurus"  Excursion

We walk through her door and what is sitting on her counter?  Well it was her purse.
 We had a good laugh. What a relief!  I cannot begin to tell you how happy I was to see her purse.  I will say that through the whole saga of the missing purse my mom was very calm cool and collected the whole entire time.  I would like to know who this woman is and what did she do with my mom! ~smile~  I hugged her and told her to call me when she wakes up I am taking her to Walmart tomorrow finally.

Surrounded in love!

Brendon Gill, Great Grandma Ju-Ju, Jacob and Christina Gill 

I woke up this morning and waited for my mom to call and finally mid-morning, I called her and got to hear her outgoing message, we made the day before.  It made me chuckle.  I left a message for her to call me and then my son Brendon started to text me, to find the best number to get a hold of her.  I was glad to hear he was going to keep his word and go visit her today.  I know that this will make her happy and she needs to be surrounded in love by everyone that loves her.
My mom called me back and her first words were, "I've been missing you!"  I told her that I was waiting for her call and then told her Bren and his family were coming to see her.  I told her that when I talked to Brendon, I let him know where she lives and how to get there.   My mom moved after my dad died, to a senior housing that was just newly built, she has just lived there a little over six months.

Michael Barnett 

Today is also my brother Michael's birthday, he would be 49 this year. This day comes every year as a bittersweet memory of what was. Michael took his own life 14 years ago. I always try to call her and let her know I am thinking of her on this day. Even if your child is gone, you still are their mom and your love for them and their memory never fades . Happy birthday Michael!