Carol’s mom died in the late evening of October 13, 2007. She had been nearing death for a couple of days and was, so they reported, becoming agitated. They gave her some anti-anxiety meds and then Carol got a call saying her mom had died.
Carol called her Uncle Bernie who lives in Las Vegas to let him know his sister had died; Bernie was a dentist and during his time going to dental school had lived a while with Carol and her parents. He told Carol he knew that her parents had been very, very difficult people, but that she, Carol, had survived it whole and had been, in his opinion, a great daughter. He even said he could not have wished for a better daughter himself.
An incredibly nice thing to say. That was the only thing that made Carol feel like crying because she has been preparing herself for some time for this occasion and has done a good job of it, I think.
I never had what you might call an intimate conversation with Carol’s mom. She liked me OK I guess because I married her daughter. It was very important to her that her daughters be married, so I filled the bill on that score. Also she liked the way I scrambled eggs because every time we visited there, after Carol’s father died, she had me scramble the eggs which honestly I did better than she did because hers came out hard and dry.
Those were probably the best moments I had with Carol’s mom sitting at the kitchen table eating scrambled eggs. She also always had cream cheese and bagels on hand. And purple onion.