I posted a couple weeks ago about my Mimi at the nursing home my mom works at.

She passed away on Tuesday. She was 92, would’ve been 93 in March.

No one was allowed to see her. Not for almost a year now.

Her services are Tuesday, she was cremated. We will be going to the church, immediate family only. Then walking down the street in the snow and 30 degree weather to bury her urn with my papas. Then go home.

No calling hours. Barely a service. No time to spend comforting each other.

I’m really fucking over this virus going around and people being so ignorant and selfish to not do their part in all of this.

Not throwing blame on anyone in specific, just disappointed in our society as a whole and I’m sure you all are on the same side of this because you’re all decent people from what I’ve put together.

Edit: Here’s a pic of my Mimi and papa and me when I was little. And then at my mom and dads wedding.

She was such an amazing woman. Her and my papa got married when they were 19. Her parents didn’t approve of him because he was a farmer and a machinist and her family was from England and very wealthy. She didn’t care, she loved him. They moved to the country and built their house themselves from the ground up. On their honeymoon he took her camping and caught and cooked her frog legs for the first time. She did so much for our church throughout her life. Knitted and donated thousands of hats, mittens, socks, and teddy bears. She has missed him terribly and now she gets to be reunited with him. They shared such a special bond. She was a breast cancer survivor, twice. Had a double mastectomy. She was such a loving and caring soul. She would babysit my sisters and I, read us books, teach us to knit, and play dominoes. My papa always had a jar of black licorice on the table next to his chair and for some reason I always tried to eat them even though they were horrible, every time. We had a bouncy ball at her house we would play hide and find with. She’d always sit next to me in church and give me werthers caramels when I started getting ancy. She had two daughters and two sons. She lost her oldest daughter to esophagus cancer quite a few years ago. I can’t say enough about this woman. She would give the shirt off her back to a complete stranger in need. I will miss her forever, but I am glad she is at peace and with papa again ❤️ until I see you again.