Sporadic CJD stole my mother’s life on earth when she was only with us for 73 years. I would like to think that God spared her from a fate worse than this. Eight short weeks was all it took for her to leave us, only two weeks from diagnosis from biopsy (brain).
She had a zest for life. She loved to dance at the club, play mah jong and canasta, and hang out with her grandchildren.
To know her is to love her: Mommy, Ida, Nana … you will be greatly missed.
“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn’t.”
– Mitch Albom, “The Five People You Meet In Heaven”