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Well

November 23, 2010 AmeliaJake 1 Comment

The anniversary of Mother’s death, the news that Colin is returning, Thanksgiving planning, sorting through estate stuff . . . and I am progressing like an Etch-a-Sketch line produced by using my toes while blindfolded. It, like the image I just created, is not pretty.

But I am here and I have my cocktail shrimp in the freezer ready to thaw and my turkey in the refrigerator actually thawing. I have eggs to be deviled and a special yam dish for Der Bingle. I know where the ricer is for the mashed potatoes. I have corn to fry and the roaster is clean and ready to go.

This is one of my least favorite things, dontcha know – cooking.

I will talk to Rose and Sophie and hope they will hypnotize me into believing I am reading a book while I deal with those things you find in the turkey’s cavities. Oh, yuck, that was not something I wanted to pre-think.

I don’t know . . . Summer and I talked about getting an oil fryer and dropping the turkey (still frozen) in it from an upstairs window. The fireworks would really highlight the day.

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pottermom says:

November 23, 2010 at 8:07 am

I’m not doing a thing for Thanksgiving dinner. My Daughter-in-law, making amends of sorts, is doing the entire dinner. I’m not complaining. 🙂 There will just be nine of us here on Thanksgiving. I will be doing Christmas, all 15 in attendance. I’m actually going to do a deep fried turkey. Never done one before but a man at our church is a “master turkey fryer” and he said he’d make sure I got his recipe and technique down perfect before the big day….

When does Colin come home?

Some anniversaries just stink. I can’t go through a single Super Bowl Sunday without thinking of my mom. Oh I know she died on Jan. 24th and Super Bowl moves around (and is in Feb. now) but that day was Super Bowl Sunday and so I not only have the actual anniversary but each year I go through a second one with the stupid football game. Not that the hurt is still so deep, after 29 years it does fade a bit but it’s still there. I don’t think daughters ever stop needing mom, no matter what our age.

Ah, now ain’t that a cheery way to end my comment. Sorry.

Film the turkey drop for me.

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***Jody Lynn Vance: 1985-2011***

Jody was born at sunrise on a bright, sunny, cold, snowy Groundhog’s Day and from Day One she was a gift to everyone around her. Her infectious laugh and rambunctious spirit made her the center of attention where ever she happened to be.

She and her Dad would watch Sesame Street and sing at the top of our voices (and quite out of key) all of the songs. She enjoyed having Mom fix her hair so it was fancy and just right.

As a toddler she had quite an impressive vocabulary and often had a lot to say. One time Dad was headed out the door to go to work and she pointed her finger and said, “No. No. No. Don’t go anywhere!“

Jody was very seldom crabby, always happy and she wasted no time in spreading that joy to everyone around her. Jody’s favorite place was to be perched on the lap of Mom or Dad or playing with her toys spread out all over the floor. Jody was always affectionate, wanting hugs and “moochies” as she called smooches on the cheek.

At around two, Jody’s illness began to attack her. It took a beautiful, innocent child and put her through untold pain and suffering,

I know that through all of that she was not afraid. She had the heart and spirit of lion. She never gave up; time after countless time, she would open her eyes and there would come that smile. Jody lost her speech, but never was at a loss for words. She could say more with a look or a half smile than most people do yakking all day long.

After numerous doctor, hospital, and specialist visits, we were given the news of her illness. I remember that moment frozen in time … it was as if the entire world stopped. It was in that brief moment we both knew that we must make the very most of the time we had remaining together and not dwell on the despair of all of the things that would never be.

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Joe and Sam did without a lot of things that other kids had, did and took for granted … and they never once complained or were resentful of the way things were. That shows a special kind of love and a special kind of family.

As the years went by and the boys grew up into strong and healthy, Jody’s health slowly and steadily declined. She would have long stretches where she was fairly stable and then would become so very ill.

Many times we were sure the end was near and then she would open those sparkling blue eyes and stretch just like nothing had happened at all.

Once she was in the hospital with her usual bout of pneumonia and lapsed into a coma; this went on for 8 days. One Dr. came in, examined her and just shook his head. Later that night Jody’s eyes popped open and she was refreshed from her cat- nap.

People over the years have commented, ”I don’t know how you do it. ”This always struck me as odd. My thoughts would always be: How could you even think of turning your back on someone who needs you that much?

It was always our promise to Jody that she would always live at home with her family and I think she found comfort in knowing that.

But, no one person can take the credit for caring for this wonderful young woman. It has taken an army of doctors, nurses, teachers, aides, pharmacists, friends, and family over the years to maintain Jody at home, and we could never begin to thank you enough.

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