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| Jean Andrejack. May 20, 1936 – December 14, 2023 |
Author’s Note:
The title of this blog is: “A Day In My Life With Parkinson’s Disease.” As you read the post below you may think, “what the hell does this have to do with Parkinson’s disease?” First and foremost, people with Parkinson’s disease, have friends and family members who die. Unlike some people without Parkinson’s disease, I have had challenges maintaining relationship with my parents as the disease progressed. Neither my mother nor my father drives and I can no longer drive 90 minutes to their home and return the same day. I have developed chronic fatigue, and this made maintaining a relationship with my parents, especially my mom as she was dying, more challenging. I could not provide the assistance that my brothers and sister so willingly offered to my parents. If you are wondering, “do you feel badly about this?” The answer is yes.
When you have Parkinson's disease, you have a good days and bad days, and the day of my mother’s funeral was a bad day. I was not certain that I would be able to stand at the podium for long enough to deliver the eulogy and yet somehow, I managed to do it.
Jean Andrejack. May 20, 1936 – December 14, 2023
One of my mother’s final wishes was to die in her own home. After 87 good years, my mother passed at home peacefully in her sleep. She lived a very good life. She had five siblings, many nieces and nephews, four children and one grandson. My father and mother were the greatest couple I ever knew, and they both hit the jackpot when they found each other. She also had her friends and her faith. When I was asked to do the eulogy, all I could think about were the four things that my mother taught us.
The Eulogy
On behalf of myself and my family, I thank you for coming here today to help us celebrate my mother’s life. I have had some time to reflect about all the things my mother taught us, and I came up with four categories.
1) There Is Always Room For One More (or 2, or 3, or 4).
A. My parents loved Christmas. One year, my mother gave my sister Jean the ugliest sweater that I have ever seen. This started an unusual holiday tradition.
Christmas 2012 With Ocean
B. On Christmas Eve, everyone was welcome. There were friends, girlfriends, ex-girlfriends who became friends, boyfriends, and friends of friends in our home. After midnight mass and more than a few margaritas, we always had “the sweater ceremony.” My brother Rich would appear from the basement surrounded by a cloud of suspicious smoke. Then one of us, usually my brother Paul, would go into the other room and return with a box. Paul would open the box, hold up the ugly sweater my mom gave Jean up and say, “ladies and gentlemen, I give you the sweater!” The house would fill with laughter. People who never saw it before, would say things like, “it’s worse than I ever could’ve imagined” or “Oh my God! I thought they were exaggerating!” Eventually the laughter would die down, and my mother would say, “I didn’t think it was that bad.” Then, the laughter would start all over again. This story illustrates two things about my mom, first she had a good sense of humor and didn’t mind being the butt of the joke (she played the straight man to my dad for almost 60 years), but more importantly, that she always made room for one more in our home.
C. She must have learned this from her parents because my Aunt Francie and Uncle Don are the same exact way.
D. The Little Cabin On Chapman’s Lake. In the summer, my Aunt Francie, Uncle Don, my cousins, Susie, Bobby, and Donald and my sister Jean, brother Rich and I (my brother, Paul was not born yet) would all stay in a tiny cabin on Chapman’s Lake in Pennsylvania. In addition, other friends and family members would often stay for an evening or a weekend.
When I saw the cabin as an adult, I wondered, “how did we manage to fit so many cousins and friends into such a small space and still always have room for one more?!”
My 8th Graduation
2) Importance Of Education
A. Education was very important to my mother. If you wanted to come and stay with us in the summer and swim in our pool, it was no problem. You just had to agree to work on math or English for an hour after lunch using one of the workbooks that my mother purchased for us.
B. Learn Your Own Way—How She Taught Me To Study. I had trouble concentrating, so she taught me that to learn something, you had to read it, write it and say it out loud. I would walk around our dining room table, muttering questions and answers to myself until I had everything memorized. Sometimes, a teacher would call home and tell my mother that I appeared to be talking to myself while taking a test. My mother would reply, “so, how are his grades?” I study the same way to this day.
3) Have An Attitude of Gratitude
A. My mother taught us to be grateful for every little thing that someone does for you and to tell everyone about it.
B. If someone tries to help but doesn’t succeed, be grateful for the effort
C. Gratitude makes it easy to forgive someone’s faults and more importantly, it makes it easy for others to forgive yours.
D. Think of how brilliant this is. How could you possibly stay angry at my mom when she was always saying such nice things about you?
E. She told us:
- Every time the church delivered a pizza. (One Friday a month.)
- Each time the Hollers delivered a pie or a tray of lasagna. They are truly a remarkable family, and my parents are lucky to have them as friends.
- Towards the end she was grateful to my cousin Susie for bringing Uncle Don and Aunt Francie to see her one last time. She said, “it was a wonderful visit.”
Aliases
My Mom had many aliases such as Mom, Jane, Jean, Aunt Jeannie and Granny. The one she liked best, however, was the one my dad called her for almost 60 years, “My Bride.”
4) The Most Important Lesson She Taught Us Was How To Love.
When I think of famous couples, I think of Bogart and Bacall, Johnny and June Cash, and most recently, Oprah and Stedman. I can assure you that none of these famous couples could compare to my mom and dad. Of all the things my parents did well, loving each other was what they did best.
As the story goes, my father met my mother at my Aunt Francie and Uncle Don’s wedding. My mother told me that my father kept cutting in even though she was dancing with a rather large gentleman who was getting very angry. She said, “your dad didn't care, he kept cutting in.”
She told me that on one of their dates, my father handed her a single rose, and when he let go of the rose, the engagement ring slid down the stem into her hand. (Looking At Dad.) Nice move dad!
Here was my mom’s simple recipe for being a good couple:
A. Accept each other’s quirks and faults
B. Never go to bed angry
They were tough act to follow, they didn’t make it easy, no one could live up to that.
Looking Up Talking To Mom: “So mom, how did I do?” (Pause.) “I know, I know it was a little bit long, but I am grateful for all you taught us, and I will tell everyone about it.” (Looking At The Audience.) She said, “you just did.” She is doing this (Demonstrate Counting On Your Fingers). That is what she did when my father told the same story over and over again! “Mom, there will always be room for one more in our home and I love you.” (Looking Up) “Look mom, I gotta go.” (Looking At The Audience.) She said, “come again when you can stay a while.”
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Thank you for reading.
