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A blog by Louise Gallagher

Thank you. You touched my life.

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Death knocked at 5am, September 17th. It was not unexpected. It had been hovering for weeks, waiting for the quiet time, just before the dawn to slip in and steal her last breath away.

It came for three others that morning at the hospice. My youngest daughter will laugh nervously when she tells me this. “I told Grammy it was okay to let go. Perhaps I whispered too loud,” she adds.

I do not know the ages of the other 3 who slipped across the threshold from life to death. I do not know if they were alone, or surrounded by family, or if they cried out in regret or clung to the final threads of a breath filling their body in the hopes of one more.

Jill was 94. Her son, (my daughters’ father) and his wife, their aunt and her husband along with my youngest daughter, were by her side the night before she passed away. She didn’t want a fuss. She didn’t want a lot of hoopla as she called it. She was uncomfortable with tears and any sign of emotion. “Stop your blubbering,” she would say at the first sign of waterworks flowing from the eyes of anyone present. And the blubberer would obey.

She was not eager to stay longer she told me one Saturday morning when I went to visit her at the hospice and asked if she was afraid of death’s impending arrival. She was still coherent then. Lucid, even though the cancer had already prevented her from eating for weeks. “Why should I be?” she answered in her practical way. “It’s time. I’ve lived long enough.”

Long enough. To know love. To know the loss of love, the fearful scrambling for more and to know the sometimes painful truth of thinking love is limited to only those we think of as deserving.

It is not love that is limited. It is our capacity to let it in, to see and know and feel its boundless joy. To see and know and feel its infinite wisdom.

I first met Jill, my daughters’ paternal grandmother, when her son and I began dating in 1979. Never one to gush or fuss, she told me on the day her son and I announced our engagement a year after our first meeting that marriage was a trap, an institution that served only to strangle a woman’s voice.

I laughed and reassured her marriage would not do that to me and she said, “We’ll see.”

She was filled with contradictions. A woman who was once a Vogue model, who earned significant monies in the stock market, who fiercely held onto her independence while also believing it was her responsibility to cook and clean and keep house for her husband, she could not understand how I could make her son vacuum . “That’s women’s work,” she told me one day when she discovered the errors of my way. I laughed and told her that it was necessary work that didn’t have a gender. She harrumphed in response and I never again let her know if her son was engaged in ‘women’s work’.

Sometimes, it was easier with Jill to just not let her know. I also think she just liked to test people to see if she could get a reaction.

When my daughters were born, it was Jill I counted on to be there, to support me, guide me and to love our little girls like no other. And she did.

The very first night I got home from the hospital with my eldest, it was Jill I trusted to be with her while her son and went to the theatre to see Evita. I knew she was in good hands. I knew she was with a loving heart.

She was always there. Supporting. Loving. Guiding. Caring.

For all her acerbic and sometimes gruff ways, she loved her granddaughters completely, always, passionately.

She was a constant role model for them, showing them what it meant to age with dignity, and pizzazz! She danced with them. Laughed with them. Cried with them. Took them to the beach, searched for pieces of blue glass (you have enough green, she told them), overturning rocks to watch crabs scurry away, sitting for hours watching the girls play along the water’s edge below the cliff of her beautiful home that she loved so much. She taught them the wonders of watching an eagle soar above, the beauty of sitting still and doing little other than to watch a feather float upon the water’s surface or a deer traipse through the forest. She taught them what it means to be human in every way.

In the final years of her life, family matters got in the way of Jill and I having much contact. There are so many things I never told her about how much I valued her presence in our lives. So many words of gratitude that went unexpressed.

In her passing, the words remain unspoken, yet, I know that in her passing, there is no need for words. In the space that was once filled with her life, there is only one thing that remains. That very same thing that carried her into this world and carried her out. The thing she struggled most to express. Love.

And it is Love I pick up today and wrap around her memory in a warm, soft blanket of gratitude. Thank you Jill. You touched my heart and my life. Safe journey.

 

 

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Author: Louise Gallagher

I believe we each have the capacity to be the change we want to see in the world, to make a world of difference. I believe we are creative beings on the journey of our lifetimes. It's up to each of us to Live It Up and SHINE!

21 thoughts on “Thank you. You touched my life.

  1. You have made the idea of death so much less frightening, Louise. My sister-in-law’s mother is now in hospice with cancer. I am so sorry for your loss and so grateful for your wisdom.

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  2. Louise
    what a wonderful tribute and I agree you made the passing of this soul that lived in this world for almost a century, so respectful. She sounded a bit like Joan Rivers. What a hoot to have someone so honest in your life. Probably a part of her is in you.
    I feel we take pieces of each other with us. Knowing you, I bet you got the best pieces 😉
    I loved my first mother in law so much, I almost missed out on pieces of my mother in law now. Both extraordinary women. Thanks for sharing. You always make me think!
    Hugs to you all♡♡

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  3. I’m sorry for you loss. Lovely tribute.

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  4. Beautiful Louise. I am sure she hears everything your heart is saying 😉 ❤

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  5. I enjoyed reading your honest and soft sentiments for this dear one. I love how you communicate that the passing of friends and family helps us appreciate those who remain, and vow to love them, quirks and all.

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    • Thank you Willow. My daughters have been distressed by some of the ‘goings on’ with their parental side of the family around their grandmother’s death. It can be hard, in the sea of emotions surrounding loss, to remember that it is only love that remains — quirks and all! Hugs.

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  6. Beautiful Sister dear. Jill might have harrumphed at your beautiful tender words but in her heart she would be smiling. She added such personal character to everyone’s life. May she find happiness, joy and love in her new space. Love, Jackie

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  7. My deepest sympathies for your family’s loss. Your post is a lovely tribute to her.

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  8. Oh Louise, such a beautiful tribute to Jill. Please be assured of my heart-felt thoughts and prayers for you, your daughters and all those who loved her. ❤
    Diana xo

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  9. Louise, As always, your capacity for love is without bounds. She knew. We all know. You are love personified. Hugs

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  10. Your heart is full and your words convey her personality. Thank you for sharing her with us in your loss.

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  11. This is a beautiful tribute to this woman who obviously touched your life in so many positive ways.
    May you find comfort in those joyful memories you have of her.

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