Four friends, one parent left

I have shared before that I am blessed to still have two friends dating back to elementary school with a third one being added in junior high school. We four visit when I return to my home town of Jacksonville, usually over much laughter and time well spent.

Unfortunately, some of the recent visits have been for funerals for our parents. Tomorrow, I will be headed down for the next to last parent funeral for our group. Glenn lost his mother this week.

That will leave Frank’s mother as the last parent. Unfortunately, she has been burdened with Alzheimer’s like my mother. So, she won’t likely remember any of us. But, she is a rock for us all, as we spent  more time with her as Frank’s father died forty years ago.

Glenn’s mother was a gem as well. One of my favorite stories about Glenn’s mother is while she drove any of her children, regardless of age, when she braked the car, she would invariably shoot her right arm out to restrain her child. For my British friends, think left arm. Picture an adult child being restrained by his mother when she brakes.

She was a caring woman whose husband was a minister. He passed away two years ago. Her several grandchildren called her “Nana.” I like that as it suits her well.

She will be missed by her family and friends. She lived a full life and raised a beautiful family. Please think a good thought for her. And, if still blessed to have your mother and/or father, give them a call. If not call a brother, sister or friend.

12 thoughts on “Four friends, one parent left

  1. It’s sobering when we lose mentors, friends’ parents – those people who watched us grow up…

    I remember when my father’s childhood friend died; ‘Daddy’ looked at me and soberly stated, ‘Well I’m now the oldest living native of the area.’

    its good that you all get together and reminisce, either in good times or in bad – just being together is comforting to the soul…. How great that Glenn’s mother was concerned with the safety of her passengers, and that probably spilled over into all moments of her life – a concern for others.

  2. Your story about Glenn’s mother reminded me of mine… I remember her doing much the same. Although both my parents are gone, well-loved, often-told stories like that keep their memory fresh. I’m sorry for the reason for your upcoming visit, but I’m sure all of you will find comfort in your friendship and shared history.

    • Thanks Janis. I am glad it reminded you of your parents keeping you safe. We knew it was a matter of time for Glenn’s mother, but it is painful nonetheless.

  3. Dear Keith,
    I am sorry for your loss. Just this past holiday season, I visited my parents graves. I miss them frequently even though the passed away more than ten years ago.

    Sharing memories of loved ones who have passed on, with friends who knew them, always brings comfort. You and your friends are doing a wonderful kindness for Glenn as you all grieve together over the loss of his Mom.

    This is a tough part of growing older.

    Hugs, Gronda

  4. First of all, I am sorry for the loss. With every parent – whether our own or one of our friends – a part of our childhood leaves with them. I am blessed to still have my mother and I am thankful that we live close by and see each other often. She is in good condition. a positive person, and very active.
    Your post is a wake-up call for all of us to be aware that nothing lasts forever and that we need to appreciate them right here, right now. Thank you, Keith!

  5. It is sad for Glenn, but there is another way to look at it, too. He had a mother with whom he shared many good times, and he will miss her. I had an abusive mother who, I am sorry to have to say, I have never missed since her death. But you are right … we should reach out to loved ones more often, for time passes all too quickly and once they are gone, it’s too late to say “I love you”.

    Have a safe trip, my friend …

  6. Note to Readers: I am so glad I went as it was a good day to visit with Glenn, his family and friends to celebrate and remember his mother and father. He shared stories of her vast support of her husband’s ministry teaching bible classes, stretching a meal when he brought home unannounced guests, etc. as well as her love of fishing (where every pole was hers, even the ones you were holding) and, of all things, playing competitive ping pong into the night with her husband.

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