My mother in-law, Grandma Mary Jane, has always been tall. I like to think it’s because she’s risen to every occasion in her life.
Believing reciprocal love a matter of course, Mary Jane has gracefully navigated 85 years with wit, faith and a well -known fondness for fresh blueberries and V8.
With her husband Vince, she liked to raise a glass of champagne to mark significant events, like weddings, baptisms and Scrabble championships. After Vince’s untimely death in 2008, Mary Jane capped an exhausting 48 hours of visitations, funeral, and burial services by calling the family into the living room for a champagne toast to their beloved patriarch.
She raised nine children who owe their innate kindness to both good genes and gentle breeding. Last week, faced with drastically declining health and the unwelcome prospect of more surgery, Grandma Mary Jane decided, in consultation with her family and doctors, to enter hospice care.
We steeled ourselves to weep as we visited her on Saturday. But, in an inspired burst of energy, she raised her German chin, flashed her Irish wink and entertained us for a while.
At one point her daughter leaned in close and spoke slowly and clearly to her mother.
“You know, Nancy,” the Outlaw Mary Jane said. “There’s nothing wrong with my hearing.”
We got a good laugh out of that one. Since then, Mary Jane has spent her days sleeping under the watchful eye of visiting family members and experienced hospice nurses (one of whom, to our everlasting gratitude, is both.)
She roused herself to join a precious sing along with three of her grandchildren, and to Facetime others. And, she thoroughly enjoyed an Anointing of the Sick blessing from her friend, Father Jim. “I had nothing to confess,” she chuckled proudly.
The genuine blessing of this transitional time is the ability to say the things we feel without constraint. So, I’m taking a moment to offer my sincere gratitude to a most loyal supporter of the MollyBandMe blog.
“Did I make the blog?” she asks periodically when I see her. Some of our best posts have featured her.
I’m wrapping up this one with a message to the Outlaw Mary Jane:
We love you. We respect you. And we’re infinitely proud to be members of your brood.
God bless you, Grandma Mary Jane.
This is one of my favorite recent-ish picture of Grandma Mary Jane. Love the Irish grin and the funky hat.
