Carole Ann (Frederick) Grey, 1944-2022

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My mom died last Monday, of cancer.

Mom smoked most of her adult life, which led to COPD several years ago and lung cancer last autumn. She told only a handful of people about the cancer. She was optimistic that treatment would give her a few more years, and she didn’t want anyone fussing over her until it was absolutely necessary.

Treatment was hard and it sapped her energy. Then advancing osteoporosis led to debilitating fractures in several vertebrae, one after another over several months. There’s an outpatient procedure to treat that, but a couple weeks after each procedure another vertebra would fracture and she’d do it all over again. Mom needed a lot of help through all this, and it was up to my brother and me to provide it. This was a treadmill all of us wanted off, yet it lasted for months. Mom was frustrated that she couldn’t do much of anything, especially the simple things that brought joy to her life.

My brother and I grieve this huge loss, but we are also relieved that this is over.

Mom was born December 18, 1944, to George and Kathryn Frederick in South Bend, Indiana. She was the third of four children: Jack, Dick, Carole, and Dennis. The family lived in South Bend’s historic Chapin Park neighborhood for much of her childhood. This neighborhood of brick streets and large, older homes is near downtown and the St. Joseph River. Mom spent a lot of her childhood exploring the area around the river. She described herself as a tomboy who would climb a tree and then move from tree to tree for blocks, never needing to touch the ground. She also enjoyed going downtown during the formality of the 1950s, a time when a well-dressed woman would not be caught dead downtown without her gloves on.

George was an engineer at Bendix Corporation who designed brakes for trains and landing gears for airplanes. Kathryn was at times a homemaker and at other times worked in South Bend department stores. They enjoyed an upper-middle-class life. They were the first family in the neighborhood to get television, which Mom remembered happening 1948 or 1949. This was before South Bend had television stations. They aimed their antenna toward Chicago, where they’d pick up Kukla, Fran, and Ollie, Mom remembered distinctly. Neighborhood kids would fill the living room to watch. The Fredericks were also known far and wide for their annual open house the night of Christmas Eve, which was a proper bash. Her childhood wasn’t idyllic, however; as her father’s career took off, both of her parents increasingly drank too much. Their alcoholism led to dysfunction in the family.

Mom’s high-school graduation portrait, 1963.

Mom was a beautiful young woman who was pursued by several men during her teenage years. These men came from the upper-middle-class and upper-class world in which Mom’s family moved. But none of them lit Mom’s fire.

Jim Grey, 1958.

Jim Grey was born in the hills of West Virginia, from a family that lived from hand to mouth. Mom met him in about 1963, as she was finishing high school and after he had completed a tour of duty in the Navy. Mom fell hard and fast. They married in 1964, when Mom was just 19. Dad soon found a good job with Oliver Corporation, which made farm equipment. Mom worked as a secretary and a bookkeeper.

Mom became pregnant with me in late 1966. They needed to buy their first house, but they didn’t have money for a down payment. They came upon a large and growing family so desperate to leave a small starter house on South Bend’s south side that they let my parents assume their mortgage. I came in August of 1967, and my brother Rick followed in July of 1968.

The Greys in 1972, on my grandparents’ big green davenport.

We enjoyed living in that neighborhood the adults all called Rabbit Hill. Many young families lived there, and there were lots of children around. Mom stayed at home with Rick and me in those years, as was so common then. After we started school, we walked home for lunch most days. Mom created a warm and comfortable home for us, even though money remained tight on Dad’s wages.

2903 Erskine Blvd.

In 1976 we moved to a larger home less than a mile away. The house on Erskine Blvd. is the one I consider to be “home,” as that’s where I spent my teenage years. Also, Mom and Dad lived there for 38 years. Well into my adult life I could always go home.

Mom did a lot to make our home as lovely as we could afford. She did most of the work painting the interior. She did most of the work landscaping the yard, including planting plenty of flowers. She and Dad bought antique furniture for the home, and bought art to hang on the walls. Much of the art they owned came from their friend Dean Porter, who was an artist and art professor at Notre Dame.

Mom typing a paper for my brother, 1984.

Mom was also heavily involved at our elementary school. She was recording secretary of the PTA; she was “room mother” each year, alternating between my class and Rick’s; and she was on the teams that put together special events like Balloon Day and an annual school fun fair.

As Rick and I entered our teenage years, Mom took a job as an aide at the elementary school. One reason she chose that job was because she could walk there — she didn’t drive. Another reason was that she would be home with her kids whenever we weren’t in school. After a few years Mom became an aide in the high school, which was also within walking distance. I’d see her around the hallways sometimes; a few times when I was about to be late to class I’d stop by her desk and she’d write me a pass. The teachers always arched an eyebrow at that, but then chuckled and let it pass.. Some time after I graduated, Mom became the attendance secretary and held that job for many years.

Mom’s job was especially important when Rick and I went off to college — I chose Rose-Hulman and he chose Notre Dame, the two most expensive schools in Indiana. We got a lot of need-based financial aid, and Rick and I borrowed money to pay a portion, but Mom and Dad funded the rest. Because Rick and I were one year apart, for three of those years they wrote large checks to both schools. Dad had risen in his career into manufacturing management, but even with that much improved salary, money remained tight.

Mom in 1991, in what had been my childhood bedroom.

After we were clear of college, Dad decided to leave manufacturing and go into business building bespoke wood furniture. He was a talented cabinetmaker who had been building pieces on the side for Notre Dame and several private clients, and he thought he would be able to make a real go of it. Mom was his business manager, keeping the books and handling all of the administrative tasks. Mom kept working at the high school, as well. I’m a fuzzy on the timing but I remember that she did finally quit that job after a new Principal didn’t treat her well and the pressure finally became too much. I’m pretty sure there was some period of time where Mom and Dad relied entirely on Dad’s income as a cabinetmaker.

Mom described those years as the closest and happiest of their marriage. She felt like they were fully partners, and it filled her with joy. But those were also mighty lean years. Dad hoped word of mouth would be enough to build his business, but it wasn’t, and Dad wasn’t much of a salesman. In the end, they threw in the towel and Dad went back to work in manufacturing.

While I was growing up, I always thought that there wasn’t enough money for us to own nice things, or to take vacations, or to go out to a restaurant nicer than McDonald’s once in a while. Yet money was there to send me on a once-in-a-lifetime exchange trip to Germany while I was in high school, and money was there to send Rick and I to expensive colleges. Money was there. Not much, but some, for sure. Through young-adult eyes I started to see that my father was just a tightwad — and that my mother very much wanted the occasional luxury. She would have loved to take a trip with Dad, even something as straightforward as a weekend in Chicago. She would have loved to enjoy a few nice possessions. I don’t think Mom expected or even wanted Dad to drown her in luxury. She understood that she married a man who came from nothing, made working-class wages, and by his nature lived frugally. But I could see she was disappointed.

I tried to fill that gap, at least a little. In those first post-college years, every summer I invited Mom to spend a week with me in my Terre Haute apartment. I took some time off work and we’d go play. I didn’t make much money so our excursions were humble. Once we went to see a jazz trio at a coffeehouse, and we enjoyed it so much we closed the joint. We shopped for antiques, something we both always enjoyed doing. She talked me into buying a very nice mahogany dresser at one shop. I drove her to the covered bridge at Bridgeton one year. Every year we drove Indianapolis for a day to enjoy some of what the big city offered, including a meal at as nice of a restaurant as I could afford. When I visited my parents in South Bend, I always took Mom shopping, something Dad not only wouldn’t do, but criticized as unnecessary. Once for Mom’s birthday I took a day off, drove to South Bend, and surprised Mom with a trip on the South Shore train to Chicago to spend the day in the Loop and visit Marshall Field’s. We had a lovely lunch there in their fanciest restaurant.

Family Christmas dinner in 2000. Connie Barton photo.

I did less of this after I married in 1994, and even less after my son Damion was born in 1997. My life was full of my own family. Mom was happy to be a grandma. She readily accepted Ross, my wife’s child from her previous marriage. Mom was indispensable when Damion and Garrett were born — she was with us in the delivery room, and spent the next week with us helping us care for our new little ones as my wife recovered from the birth.

Mom with Garrett, 2000. Connie Barton photo.

I started to see that before I married, I had been doing things for Mom that I believed my father should have been doing. Now I had a wife of my own, and she deserved that time and energy.

Moreover, my marriage was troubled. I’ve written about it a lot on this site so I won’t rehash it here except to say that it consumed me. After that marriage ended, Mom said that she watched in fear as I shrank away and lost myself. I had become an empty shell, she said, and she missed me terribly. It was a long, slow climb back to myself.

As my life restabilized, my new home became the place where the Greys gathered. I worked hard to make excellent memories for us all there. Mom and Dad still lived in South Bend then, but came to Indianapolis several times a year, including a week every summer, to spend time with their grandsons. Christmas was always at my house, and I worked my butt off every year to make it a terrific time for everybody.

Mom at my house at Christmas in 2012, with her dog Abigail.

It’s funny how when you’re living a busy life of work and family, you lose track of your parents’ timeline. I don’t remember what year Dad retired. He had been plant manager for three companies over several years, and was terminated each time. At one of the companies he may have quit rather than be demoted. I can’t remember clearly the reasons Dad said each job ended, but in each case it sounded like he wasn’t treated equitably toward the end. He never reflected on what he might have done to contribute to his terminations, at least not to me. But after the third firing, he was thoroughly demoralized.

Juvenile Justice Center
The sprawling Juvenile Justice Center in South Bend, which housed the St. Joseph County Probate Court.

In the face of this uncertainty, Mom went back to work. She soon became a clerk in the St. Joseph County Probate Court. I don’t remember whether this was before or after Dad decided to retire. I do remember clearly, however, Mom telling me that he didn’t consult her about it at all. He just announced one day that he’d put in for Social Security and was retired.

Mom was beside herself, not just because he decided that unilaterally, but because it meant she had to work now to keep her and Dad afloat. Dad’s service in the Navy included the time of the Bay of Pigs invasion, which qualified him for Veterans Administration benefits, including health care. The way Mom talked about it, Dad didn’t even think about how Mom would cover her health care when he made his decision. “I guess you’ll have to take a job that offers health insurance,” he said.

I lost a great deal of respect for my father for this. I’m still angry with him for it. My father taught his sons that it was our responsibility to provide for our wives, and to protect them. Dad didn’t live up to his own values and left Mom not only to fend for herself, but to support him.

I guess it’s a consolation that Mom really loved her job in the Probate Court. She was a key player in the computerization of that court’s records. She said they were one of the very first courts in the state to do that. She was very skilled in the software, and helped not only the judges and magistrates use it, but also the attorneys, who could now file papers electronically from their offices.

Dad learned he had lung cancer in 2007. Because Dad got his health care through the VA, he made a lot of trips to the big VA hospital in Indianapolis. He developed macular degeneration; as it progressed, his sight grew worse and worse. He was still okay to drive, but he grew concerned about the frequent long trips to Indianapolis. Eventually Dad wanted to move to Indianapolis, in large part to be closer to his health care.

Family game time, 2016.

It was time for them to leave the house on Erskine Blvd. anyway, as they were starting to find it challenging to care for the property as they always had. But Mom never wanted to leave her home town. She always thought they’d buy a smaller house or maybe a condo there. But she could see that it was probably best for Dad to live in Indianapolis. Housing costs more here, so they wouldn’t be able to afford as much house. She spent well more than a year getting rid of more than three decades of accumulated stuff so they could downsize. She finished in 2014. Mom retired, they listed the house for sale, and they moved into a small condo in Indianapolis.

A strong upside to this move was that Mom and Dad could visit me and my sons a lot more often. We had a lot more great times in my little house. By this time I had met Margaret, and we were heading toward marriage. Margaret was frequently a part of our family gatherings. Her four children were sometimes a part of the story as well.

As Dad’s health slowly declined, I think Mom felt increasingly isolated. She missed South Bend for sure, and all of her friends there. And then Dad’s cancer metastasized. He needed more and more help with daily living and she found herself immersed in caring for him.

Dad’s vision had also deteriorated enough that he had to stop driving. This was a big deal to Dad, but a bigger deal to Mom because she didn’t drive.

In 1985, against Dad’s wishes, Mom went to driving school and got her driver’s license. But Dad refused to let her buy a car of her own, and his car had a manual transmission that she couldn’t drive. Dad’s next two cars had manual transmissions, too, and I feel sure that a main reason was that Mom couldn’t drive them. Mom eventually gave up on driving.

Margaret and I re-taught Mom how to drive. Mom struggled with confidence and fear behind the wheel, but became comfortable enough to drive to shopping and doctor’s offices near their home. She hated Dad’s car, which was surprisingly uncomfortable and bigger than Mom wanted anyway. So at age 72, we took Mom to buy her first car. She chose the smallest one on the lot, a little Nissan Versa Note.

Mom and Dad and her new car, 2017.

Dad passed away early in 2018. Then at the end of 2019, Mom’s dog Abigail unexpectedly died. For the first time in her life, Mom lived entirely alone. It was something she never wanted.

My brother Rick stepped way up, providing a lot of companionship for Mom, taking her places and giving her new experiences. One thing in particular he showed Mom was the joy of walking into a very nice restaurant without a reservation, but taking seats at the bar and enjoying dinner and drinks there. Anytime I went out with Mom after that, even to the pub across the street from her home, she always wanted dinner at the bar.

Garrett’s college graduation, 2021.

I saw Mom as often as I could, but it wasn’t nearly as often as I wanted. I’ve written a lot here about how crazy life has been since Margaret and I married. It’s been one loss or crisis after another, and it’s taken an enormous amount of time and energy. Over the last five years, Mom has reached out to me many times imploring me to call or come by. Rick has even had to urge me to visit Mom more often.

The pandemic made this harder, of course. All her life, Mom wanted to visit Churchill Downs. For Christmas in 2019, our gift to her was a trip to that famous track in the spring. We even bought tickets. COVID scuttled the trip, of course.

There were good times. She got to see both Damion and Garrett graduate college. In the last few months at my previous employer, believe it or not I had very little to do — it’s one of the reasons I left — and I visited Mom many afternoons. The pandemic was still in full swing that autumn and winter and we still felt unsafe being in each others’ homes. I bought a powerful propane heater for her back patio and we sat out there in the radiant warmth drinking coffee. That worked until temperatures fell below freezing and that heater couldn’t keep up.

In those conversations I learned a lot about my parents’ relationship that I never knew. After Dad died, Mom processed her life and her marriage. Mom talked about a bunch of ways that Dad had treated her with contempt and cruelty all through their years together. I had often wondered why Mom didn’t assert herself more often to get her needs and wants met, but I learned just how unkind Dad could be when she did that. I caught rare, brief glimpses of such treatment as a kid, but not enough for me to connect any dots. I do remember one jaw-dropping incident that I witnessed in my 30s. But I had no idea just how often Dad treated Mom poorly.

It broke my heart for her. Mom lived her entire life for others, leading with her family. That’s not to say Mom didn’t have any faults. Her perfectionism left Dad believing he could never do tasks to meet her standard. Fear and anxiety consistently held her back from things she wanted to do and from getting her needs met. And in her later years, her politics went off the reservation to the right, making it hard to talk with her about current events. But Mom was a generous, loving person who worked tirelessly to care for the people she loved. She should have gotten as much in return.

Mom told me about her cancer last October. She said two tumors pressed against her esophagus, making them inoperable. She told me that this would be the end of her, but with chemo and radiation she hoped for a few more years yet. Even though it turned out she had less than one year left, knowing that it was the beginning of the end let me pre-process her death. All of my life I imagined her death would be a horrible event, and that I’d feel like the bottom fell out from under me. I adored my mother and always felt very close to her. She was the source of all things good in my childhood, and I loved her company as an adult. Yet when she died, I felt primarily relief that she was no longer in pain. I know I’m sad, but I’m not very much in touch with that yet. I’m going to miss her terribly.

Mom was 77.


86 responses to “Carole Ann (Frederick) Grey, 1944-2022”

  1. J P Avatar

    I am so sorry to learn of this, Jim. I always felt like I knew her from what you have written over the years. She sounds like someone who made life better for everyone who knew her.

    As another veteran of helping parents as they lose their ability to care for themselves, I understand how death can be a blessing for the parent and a relief for the caregivers. You and your Mom made some lovely memories together and you will always have those.

    1. SC Avatar

      Praying for you and your family in your time of need…you look a lot like your mom.

      1. Jim Grey Avatar

        Thank you!

    2. Jim Grey Avatar

      I remember the care you gave your mom. That was a long haul for you. I know you get how this is a relief!

  2. Michael McNeill Avatar

    Sorry for your loss, Jim. It’s hard to lose a parent at any time. Our thoughts are with you.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks so much, Michael.

  3. bodegabayf2 Avatar

    A beautiful tribute to your Mom Jim. I am so sorry for your loss.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks my friend.

  4. Olli Thomson Avatar

    Thanks for sharing this very personal story and your many memories and reflections on your mother’s life. My parent’s both died relatively young (in their 50’s) back in the 1980’s and at the time one of the concerns of the medical staff – particular for my mum who had inoperable cancer – was to help them die comfortably. I do think we have over medicalized death, to the point where we sometimes pursue medical interventions when it would be better to focus on palliative care.

    God bless you and your family circle at this time.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Fortunately, Mom was clear with us after the cancer metastasized that we were not to needlessly prolong her life. So when the pain started, we immediately arranged hospice and let her go.

  5. Jean-François Bonnin Avatar

    Sincere condolences.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you.

  6. Andy Umbo Avatar
    Andy Umbo

    Jim, a sad, sad event, but I’ve never read a better obit. A wonderful woman taken a little too soon…

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Andy. 77 is mighty old in our family so we had her for a good long time.

  7. Ben Cotton Avatar

    My heart goes out to your and your family. It’s always too soon.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Ben.

  8. matt Avatar

    Sorry to hear it, Jim.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Matt.

  9. Mike Skelton Avatar

    Sorry for your loss Jim. My thoughts are with you.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Mike.

  10. Sue Stone Avatar
    Sue Stone

    Beautiful tribute to your mom. I too from far away called her and we would talk for hours sometimes. she never told me about the cancer but she did tell me about her back. We also talked quite a bit about your dad and they way he was I never knew most of it until Carole shared it with me. I feel like I have lost a best friend. I know first hand how hard it is to lose your mother and your Dad and Mom helped me through all of that. God’s blessing to you and Rick as you process this loss. Take care and please don’t be a stranger. Much Love to you both. Suzie

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      I didn’t agree with Mom’s decision not to tell people about the cancer. I thought family and close friends should have known. But it was her decision and we honored it. Mom spoke often of your phone calls.

  11. Phyliss Avatar

    The price we pay for love, is grief. My prayers are with you, family and friends.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Indeed, Phyllis. Thank you.

  12. Johanna Rothman Avatar

    A beautiful eulogy. My condolences to you. May her memory be a blessing for you and the rest of your family.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you Johanna. I have more happy memories with Mom than I can count.

  13. Ward Fogelsanger Avatar
    Ward Fogelsanger

    Very moving commentary. You were lucky to have her. My mother died at age 44 in 1965 partly from the effects of smoking….my father died of emphysema and mother in law of lung cancer… a horrible disease but my parents were of the WW2 generation where cigarettes were passed out and smoking was glamourous. Of course if you were a bomber pilot in 1943 with a life expectancy of 12 missions long term effects of smoking were probably the least of your worries…
    Again, my sincerest condolences my friend.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Ward. I remember a time when it seemed like everybody smoked. It’s crazy now to think about that.

      44 is way too young. I’m sorry you lost your mom that early.

  14. Ward Fogelsanger Avatar
    Ward Fogelsanger

    Very moving tribute. My condolences to you my friend. I too have lost several relatives to the effects of smoking…

  15. brineb58 Avatar

    Sorry for your loss. You did write a lovely tribute!

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you.

  16. tbm3fan Avatar

    My condolences to you. December 18, huh? My favorite day of the whole year when I was young now not as much. My mother smoked as most everyone did back in the 50’s and 60’s. I hated it and finally got her to kick the habit by the end of the 70’s although my brother picked it up. So while she is now 90 she vaguely has an idea who I am.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      I tried to get Mom and Dad to quit when I was a kid. They swiftly and aggressively told me that this topic was off limits. :-(

  17. sonny rosenberg Avatar

    Such a moving remembrance of your Mom. I’m of course sorry for your loss. Through reading your books and blog I’m always impressed with your kindness and deep understanding of people. I believe your article does justice to the memory of a beloved parent.

    While my own Mom’s death has many parallels to your Mom’s (she smoked and drank like a fiend to the end and died of injuries incurred in the hospital and thirst as she had a DNR order, I’m pretty sure her last words were to ask for a cigarette.) we were never close and Mom was a very closed and person. I never really grieved her loss but I did grieve for her end of life suffering. Death in the hospital can be very cruel, painful and dehumanizing. I hope your Mom didn’t suffer to that degree at the end.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      I’m sorry to hear that you weren’t close with your mother. We get the parents we get, I guess.

  18. Katie Yang Avatar

    So sorry for your loss, Jim. I’ve always found it immensely fascinating to watch an adult child process the loss of a parent, the way we slowly, through the years, come to understand they are also merely humans, people without any superpowers, not unlike us at all, except this strange, biological relationship that serves as the basis for love. Thank you for always sharing your words.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Insightful comment. Since my father died, Mom became more herself and it was interesting to experience.

  19. cisko Avatar

    I am so sorry for your loss. My mom was also born in 1944; we lost her to lung cancer in 2020. Her story wasn’t the same as your mom’s, but there are quite a few similarities, and I think they would find much to discuss with each other. Thank you for sharing her story.

    May you take comfort from the knowledge that she is at peace, and may the happy memories ease the pain of your loss.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you. The happy memories are a balm.

  20. Jerome Avatar

    So sorry for your loss, Jim.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Jerome.

  21. Shaun Nelson Avatar

    Jim, sorry for your loss. You’re so lucky to have so many family photos.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Shaun. Except where otherwise credited, I made all of these. I am so glad I put film through cameras when I was younger and only wish I had done it more.

  22. Christopher May Avatar
    Christopher May

    Condolences, Jim. You have some amazing photos to remember her by. Thanks for sharing them with us.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks so much Christopher.

  23. Anthony Hicks Avatar
    Anthony Hicks

    So sorry for your loss, all my love a prayers

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you Anthony.

  24. dionyb Avatar

    Please accept my condolences. That was a touching eulogy.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks – it felt good to write it.

  25. Julie Camera Vause Avatar
    Julie Camera Vause

    How wonderful to read. I am around your mother’s age and my life has been remarkably different. I’m sure your love for your mother was well appreciated by her. Bravo 👏

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you Julie. The variation in human lives is amazing.

  26. musing75 Avatar

    My condolences. A well written obituary too.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you.

  27. DougD Avatar

    I’m sorry Jim, it sounds like both of you did your best to maintain the relationship in less than ideal circumstances. Good that you got to know her as her own person.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Doug. It was lovely to come to know my mom more as the person she was and not only as my mom.

  28. Dave Jenkins Avatar

    Sincere condolences for your loss, Jim.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you, Dave.

  29. Dan Avatar

    I’m so sorry for your loss, Jim. My thoughts and prayers go to you and your family.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you, Dan.

  30. Steve Mitchell Avatar

    My sincere condolences Jim. A lovely tribute to your mother.

  31. Greg Clawson Avatar
    Greg Clawson

    Jim, prayers for you and your family in this time of loss. Your Mother sounds like a woman that loved her family and did her best to care and nurture them.

    Numbers 6:24-26

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you Greg, and thank you for the verses.

  32. Victor Villaseñor Avatar
    Victor Villaseñor

    Im sorry for your loss Jim. Thanks for sharing such a personal eulogy, filled to the brim of details and perspective. Big hug!

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks so much, Victor.

    2. Deloris D Avatar
      Deloris D

      My deepest condolences to you and your family. I took care of my mother for a year before she passed so I can relate to your heart wrenching story. There is an inscription on my sisters’ grave which has given me comfort over many years: “There is no empty chair To love is chill to have”. Take care.

      1. Jim Grey Avatar

        Thanks so much Deloris.

  33. DennyG Avatar

    I learned of your mother’s death through a Facebook post and expected this to be a more or less standard obituary. It is decidedly not standard and not really an obituary. It is a thoughtful and personal remembrance that made me appreciate your mother without ever meeting her.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      I wrote my mom’s standard obituary, too; it’s a much shorter affair:

      Thanks Denny – I appreciate you saying these things.

  34. ronian42 Avatar

    Sorry to hear about your loss Jim. We lost Mum in 2018 very suddenly, it was sad and a shock that I still don’t think I’ve come to terms with but I will one day. A lovely write up of your Mum, maybe I’ll havre to try and put something in writing myself, perhaps it will hope.

    Psalm 34:18


    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you so much Ian.

  35. Joe from The Resurrected Camera Avatar

    Condolences, Jim. That was a beautiful write-up.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks for saying so, Joe.

  36. Charlie Audritsh Avatar
    Charlie Audritsh

    Very sad for your loss Jim. Condolences and wishes that you’ll find peace.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks my friend.

  37. Khürt L Williams Avatar

    I’m so sorry for your loss, Jim.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Khürt.

  38. Rick Bell Avatar
    Rick Bell

    I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of your mother. Mine passed away a few years ago and I miss her terribly. The resurrection hope an d the possibility of living life forever on a Paradise earth is such a comfort. Psalm 37:29 says “The righteous will possess the earth, And they will live on it forever.
    Regards Rick

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      I’m glad you brought this up, Rick. The faith tradition I belong to teaches about heaven and hell. But as I read the Bible I see clearly that our long-term destination is a renewed and perfect Earth.

  39. tcshideler Avatar

    Jim, I’m sorry to hear about the loss of your mom. It hits hard. From your eulogy, she seems like a great woman who put her needs second and dealt with years of trying situations with grace. I’m sure her sons were a big part of her motivation. You had the kind of mom a lot of us wish we had.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Ted, very much.

  40. Aaron Gold Avatar

    Belated condolences on your mom’s death, Jim. You wrote a beautiful tribute illustrated with great photos. What mom would not be proud of a son like you?

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks Aaron for your kind words.

  41. Peggy Avatar

    I finally gave myself time to read this thoroughly. I am sorry for your loss, but as you said it was a struggle and for it to be over was a blessing in a heartbreaking way. We never get over losing a parent but we do learn to live with it. Here’s to happier times.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks so much, Peggy.

  42. fishyfisharcade Avatar

    I somehow missed that you posted this Jim and have just heard about it from your Christmas traditions post. I hope it’s not too late to offer my condolences for your loss.
    I lost my mum to cancer too – almost 20 years ago now when she was just 57 years old – although hers was sudden and gave us just five weeks with her before she died. Mums are one of the most important people we ever have in out lives and their loss is profound.
    Take care and I wish you all the best for Christmas and the New Year.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Holy wow, 57! That’s far too young, I’m sorry.

      Thanks Nigel — happy Christmas to you, too.

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