My mother was a great deal of fun to be with. When my daughter and I went shopping with her, she would act up a little to make me laugh or shake my head. One day in the supermarket both she and my daughter went skipping by me, singing. Usually when other people were nearby, I'd say, "Mom, now is not the time," meaning, "Mom, behave yourself!" It was this back and forth play off of each other that was so much a part of our happy, loving relationship.

My Mother passed away suddenly on November 22, 2003 at the age of 67. Soon after the paramedics had left and my brother and I were waiting for the funeral director, my brother suggested we collect the clothing that Mom would have wanted. My Mother's body was still lying on the sofa, where she had laid down with a blanket for a nap and passed away.

I was in a bedroom closet, and had found the dress I was looking for. As I was making my way to the door, I clearly heard my Mother's voice. As if she were standing slightly behind my right shoulder, she was saying with great excitement, "Come on, Jack! Come on, Jack!" I could hear her snapping her fingers. I've known her to use this expression over the years in order to inspire me to go on. Considering the circumstances, I replied in what she knew would be my typical response at such a moment, "Mom, now's not the time!"

She was encouraging me before I left the bedroom with her usual playful spirit, and I knew she was putting me on the spot for perhaps one last time. That brief moment of encouragement from her at such a sad time was proof to me that we are forever connected to those we love.

Jackie L., Turnersville, NJ
jl.cushwake@verizon.net