This has been a very very very sad week for my family. My brother's mother-in-law died this week. It was sudden and shocking and incredibly sad.
I only have one brother. We are five years apart and have lived in separate parts of the country most of our adult lives. But, when I was fresh out of college he let me move from Oregon to California in with him and his wife (now of 20 years). They were extremely close to his wife's mother who lived near by. She was a constant presence and a force to be reckoned with. And even though she barely new me, she welcomed me into her home any time with open arms and appetizers.
Pamela Mindel was boisterous, quick-witted, happy, fierce, and one of the best mothers I have ever met. She was THE BEST cook I have ever known. She taught me how to bake the best cookie...how to make fresh whipped cream...how to clean up a Thanksgiving dinner when it gets spilled onto the floor in the middle of everyone eating.
Pamela was a woman who was not afraid of living life. She broke rules. She broke boundaries. She lived how she wanted to live with the people she wanted to live with. She was devoted to her friends and family, and if you were lucky enough to be included on that list you were NEVER disappointed. She always remembered what you liked and how you liked it. She was the constant hostess and entertainer. She was the ultimate care-taker. She was AMAZING.
My heart goes out to my sister-in-law and my brother. They are suffering the greatest loss, and I wish there were words that could help them. They have a long road to walk now, and I hope to be able to bring a little peace on their journey in any way I can.
I love you, Mark and Cherish.