{"id":1062,"date":"2011-01-30T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-01-30T09:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=1062"},"modified":"2011-01-30T05:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-01-30T09:00:00","slug":"celebrate-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=1062","title":{"rendered":"Celebrate Life!"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TUSMxr5Vx6I\/AAAAAAAACxU\/ulH5yFPyyZU\/s1600\/Celebrate.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"255\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TUSMxr5Vx6I\/AAAAAAAACxU\/ulH5yFPyyZU\/s400\/Celebrate.jpg?resize=400%2C255\" width=\"400\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>So many times I have been invited to a function after someone dies, and the words begin with, &#8220;join us to celebrate the life of so-and-so,&#8221; &#8230; and the whole event turns out to be a morbid mess of tears.<\/p>\n<p>I was darned determined not to do that yesterday.&nbsp; Instead, we had a &#8220;thank-you party for &#8216;all those people&#8217;.&#8221;&nbsp; Who?<\/p>\n<p>In my aunt&#8217;s last seven months of life, she had someone with her 24 hours each day, seven days a week.&nbsp; Services were split among seven people, who we call caregivers.&nbsp; In my aunt&#8217;s stage of Alzheimer&#8217;s Disease, she could not remember their names, so she referred to them as &#8220;all those people.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Instead of having a wake (or visitation) and a funeral, then everyone &#8220;coming over to the house&#8221; and standing around with long faces streaked with tears &#8230; we reserved a room at the community center where my aunt lived, arranged for catering for some light fare, and then orchestrated a huge &#8220;thank you&#8221; party to recognize each of my aunts caregivers.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TUSPoDz6ZaI\/AAAAAAAACxc\/4b47pMt_0UM\/s1600\/Celebrate2.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"202\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TUSPoDz6ZaI\/AAAAAAAACxc\/4b47pMt_0UM\/s320\/Celebrate2.jpg?resize=320%2C202\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>All of her caregivers came, as well as the company President and some office staff.&nbsp; A number of my large fam-damily came as well.&nbsp; It was great to see my siblings and my cousins.&nbsp; My aunt&#8217;s sons also were there (of course.)&nbsp; One of them got up first to say a few words, then I took over.<\/p>\n<p>I was fearing that I would &#8220;lose it&#8221; and become an emotional wreck, but I guess all those years of media training paid off.&nbsp; I spoke about my aunt and each caregiver and her contributions to my aunt&#8217;s care on an individual basis, and my voice didn&#8217;t crack once.&nbsp; I could tell it meant a lot to them, and it was my pleasure to recognize their work.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TUSPPlb4K0I\/AAAAAAAACxY\/8h3Kw4eX2WI\/s1600\/Celebrate3.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"272\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TUSPPlb4K0I\/AAAAAAAACxY\/8h3Kw4eX2WI\/s320\/Celebrate3.jpg?resize=320%2C272\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>I told stories about how each caregiver did something special for my aunt, from the one who gave her the best bath to the one who fixed her the best home-made meals to the one who ordered Chinese (and didn&#8217;t think I knew), to the one who would scratch her back for hours on end.&nbsp; I knew what they did&#8230; and they may not have known that I knew so much, but I don&#8217;t miss much.<\/p>\n<p>We gave them a meaningful gift, but also a funny &#8220;gag&#8221; gift &#8212; a back scratcher. (smile &#8212; you had to be there, but the back scratcher gift made everyone laugh).<\/p>\n<p>It was a great time.&nbsp; I was told later that I spoke for 45 minutes, and at the end, everyone was smiling, cheering, and clapping.&nbsp; We had a grand celebration &#8230; just the way Aunt Lee would have wanted it.<\/p>\n<p>This blog will resume its usual content tomorrow.&nbsp; Thank you for respecting this pause in my blogging content as I reflected on a person who was so much a part of my life for so long, I couldn&#8217;t let her passing go without comment.<\/p>\n<p><i>By the way&#8230; I am wearing leather jeans over Dehner Patrol Boots with a dress shirt.&nbsp; That&#8217;s how everyone is accustomed to seeing me &#8212; in leather.&nbsp; No big deal&#8230; just who I am.&nbsp; My aunt would have expected that attire, too.<\/i> <\/p>\n<p>Life is short:&nbsp; show those you love that you respect their wishes &#8212; throw a party and be happy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So many times I have been invited to a function after someone dies, and the words begin with, &#8220;join us to celebrate the life of so-and-so,&#8221; &#8230; and the whole event turns out to be a morbid mess of tears. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=1062\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1062","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-home-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1062","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1062"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1062\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1062"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1062"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1062"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}