March 1, 2021 8:25 PM
Love and miss you, Mom. You will forever be with me, as you always have been. Through thick and thin, you have been there for me and, hopefully, you know I have been there for you, no matter what. I did my best.
Bill Hendricks Jr
March 1, 2021 8:01 PM
I would have mentioned it in my other remarks but I didn’t remember it until now. The first family function my now wife and I did together was Easter at Grandmother’s house in 2008. This year in that house we celebrated my Mother becoming an “older lady” and my Grandmother gave my six year old Daughter tooth fairy money.
Bill Hendricks Jr
March 1, 2021 4:21 PM
Thank you for the home movies, pictures, handwritten notes, saved greeting cards, immigration documents, old report cards, stamps, newspaper clippings, and too many scissors to count that you saved through the years. Thank you for saving so many things that appear in so many of the pictures you saved. It is a privilege to be able to show my daughter things like handwritten notes from over 100 years ago in German from her Great-Great-Grandfather, a picture of her Great-Grandfather as a baby in a chair that will be sitting in my home office, home movies where she can hear the voices of relatives that died decades before she was born, recipes written in letters to her Great-Grandmother, pictures detailing the entire life of her Grandmother (aka Mom-mom), and so many artifacts from the Dodge. Most of all, thank you for all of the stories about our family’s past you shared and for all of the memories you helped create that will live on.
I want you to know that even at the very end you were helping to create memorable moments that, whether you realized it, would become my final lasting memories of you. The first happened I believe in late January. My mother, you, and I were sitting around your dining room table talking about the recent Big Bean robbery. My mother was trying to figure out which employee was hurt by ruling out any that I’d seen in the store recently. I described one individual as “an older lady” to which my mother replied, “you mean the one that’s my age?” So, I leaned in and with a loud yet monotone voice said “yes, the older lady.” Grandmother, you smiled and laughed as hard as your face could at that moment, soup running out of one side of your mouth. You looked at me and said, “you could do standup.” The second happened a week or two later when I visited with Caton. Probably within a single hour you stuck a piece of croissant to your forehead and tried to pretend it wasn’t there, you played with one of Caton’s stuffed little hamsters and she wanted you to keep it for the night to make you feel better, you gave Caton tooth fairy money, and my mother showed me the JFK stamp I recently used to mail you a letter had been cut out of the envelope for saving. The third happened in mid-February. I don’t remember the visit other than when I was getting ready to leave. I held your hand as I said a few things not expecting much of a reaction but you gripped my hand tight and leaned towards me to hear. I am so grateful to have been able to spend time with you this year so I was able to capture these memories.
You will be missed but never forgotten. Every time I make eggs in a nest, I think of Fuddruckers, I play 500 rummy and refuse to let people go around the corner, or I instruct the cashier on how to properly bag my purchases I’ll have a heartfelt or humorous memory of you pop up in mind.