Monday, September 20, 2010

WWD: SOMEONE'S Got A Case of the Mondays....

It's Monday morning, and I have that "I'd rather be doing anything else than taking my photos at 6:20 in the a.m., and I'm STILL disgusted with the number on the scale, and I WISH I weren't so concerned with the number on the scale, and it's my own fault because I KNOW what I need to do to get that number to change but am not doing it" look on my face. I'm not talking about that anymore today.

What I AM talking about is my cousin in-law, whose mother passed away this weekend after an arduous battle with cancer. Her name was Jean, and she was in her 90s, and Jean lived life TO THE FULLEST every single day. At one time in her life she was a ballroom dancer, and how I WISH I had some of the glamorous photos to post, because they were gorgeous. Jean was gregarious, friendly, and loving, one of those special people who don't come around that often. More than anything, Jean did not go gently into that goodnight, like so many of us think we have to do once we reach a certain age. Jean danced, volunteered, traveled, knitted caps for the babies at her local hospital, and just enjoyed life, even until she got sick the first time, and became this tiny, frail woman who STILL rallied and beat cancer back for a time, and in the end, I learned this weekend, she was ready to go, would wake up from sleeping and say wearily, "Oh, I'm still here?" and lay her head back on the pillow.

I cry as I write this, but also vow to myself to strive to be a little bit more like Jean everyday, and relish what life brings, and enjoy my time here, and be present in the moments I have with my babies and husband and family and friends, to live FULLY each day until my own end, and not care so much about trivial things like the number on the scale.

I don't want to be the little old lady who is afraid to leave my house everyday. I want to be the little old lady who dyes my hair flaming red, who wears garish lipstick and piles on rings and necklaces and is as colorful as I can be, who dances and lives and laughs and goes to the gym and goes to the spa and takes a cruise to some exotic island.


Rest in peace Jean, your battle is done, may you dance to your heart's content.
Merci,
Shannan

9 comments:

Café Bellini said...

I'm so sorry to hear that. Thanks for the reminder that we should make the most of each day we have with our family and friends. Great outfit.

406 Olivia said...

Beautiful post...

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Peetzi Jen said...

Beautiful post!!!

XOXO!!
Jen

Dobbygirl said...

I'm so sorry to hear that :o(

On a lighter note, you look amazing and this may be my favorite outfit you've posted to date!!!! You look amazing!

SGM said...

Yes, super-duper hot outfit Shans. You will look fabulous in flaming red hair.

Even when someone has led a happy and long life, it's still hard to let go, isn't it?

Courtnee said...

what a lovely and moving tribute.

merciblahblah said...

Awww, thank you all for your kind comments. Ya'll ROCK.

Merci,
Shan

Jen L said...

I hope someone reads this comment and I know I'm writing it two day late but about the almighty Jean (a.ka. Mimi) she studied Pilates with the Mr. Pilate in NYC and continued to do so in her 80's and also the late Great Louie Armstrong was her husband's best man in her wedding. She was an original diva and the best word to describe her was sparkly! You will be missed Mimi!