Shall we talk music? Beautiful singer and musician teaching those skills to her children. She served on the board of her local civic music league, played the organ at church, sang in the choir. She taught Sunday school and worked with the youth group. A fine arts booster in her community and also worked with the local fire department and VFW. Too much more to mention.
She really enjoyed cooking and baking, scrap-booking, sewing, gardening, entertaining, helping with fund-raising efforts, and serving as her family’s historian. She was a campaign manager for a local politician.
She was a GREAT letter writer, the only person that I still was writing to, actually putting pen to paper and WRITING. And she wrote back. Wonderful letters filled with community activities, growing children and a loving husband. The kids' various adventures and their own. Visits to their farm for the weekend, the latest from the garden their youngest son planted and harvested all summer long. Something great she'd whipped up in the kitchen. The pride in her family, they had all grown up so well and are such great kids, so accomplished, each one of them. So blessed.
She never got the hang of e-mail, never really wanted to and lately, we'd been talking more than writing, long conversations on the phone once or twice a month. I'm really thankful for those conversations.
Ramona was struck down in the crosswalk in front of the store Friday morning on her way to work. Dead at the scene. The driver of the semi says he never saw her, never felt the impact. He just kept on going. He was stopped several blocks later. The whole thing is under investigation.
As her youngest, Tim, put it: "There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief", quoting Aeschylus, ancient Greek dramatist and playwright. Well said.
To say we are all devastated would be a massive understatement. We are stunned, heart-broken and angry. Add to that we can't be there for the family. We can only call and e-mail. What seemed like a great way to communicate on Thursday has lost its meaning entirely. Doesn't make the grade. We want to be there to dispense hugs and cry with them. But we can't. So, we are staying here, touching base with the west coast cousins, vowing to see one another more often. Life is shorter than we think.
