my stepmother, Jody, like a mother. She was in my father's
life for twenty-one years, and when she died she had been
ill with cancer for a year but only diagnosed for a few months.
to fade away quickly, and I didn't get to see her often during
that time. She died Friday, August 1, 2003, the day I drove
three hours to find a home to start a new job. I was on the
way to see her that day when I got the news that she had died.
I arrived just a half hour after they had come for her body.
to go on to look for a home because I needed to move that
Monday. After renting a place, I returned to my father's home
to check on him, and was asked to stay the weekend. I agreed
and after a few hours we were alone. We talked and just relaxed.
afternoon in a period of particular quiet I heard, in my head,
the words, "I love you, Sally." I said back, "I
love you, too," and I knew I was talking to Jody. At
that moment, I felt a unique sense of love and peace, and
then she was gone.
to my father, "I think Jody's spirit just left us."
He replied, "Yes, I felt it, too." I still miss
her but I will never forget that moment in time. It was a
special comfort during that year of turmoil and loss.
July 28, 2005