Life and Death. A Memorial
My stepmom, Jinny, passed away Sunday. She was 94. Just 6 months shy of her 95th birthday. I haven’t cried. I don’t cry anymore. Haven’t for a long time, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss her. I do. She was a part of my life since I was 8 years old. Even though I really didn’t get to know her until I was 40. She was kind and caring, strong and stubborn. She said what she felt and spoke her mind. She made tough decisions and lived with her choices. She lost her son to the Vietnam War and she gave her daughter up at birth. She stole milk off of people’s porches to feed her son and hoped that by giving her daughter up, her daughter would have a better life. Thankfully they found each other and reunited. They got to know each other and learned to love.
She enjoyed cooking and keeping her house in order. She knew how to play the piano. (Something none of us knew until a few months ago.) She liked tending a garden and going fishing. My dad and her loved to travel and they visited Hawaii, Alaska, and Germany, among other places. They both loved to go camping.
Jinny suffered a series of strokes in 2005. They didn’t leave her paralyzed, but they did affect her motor skills, speech, and swallowing. It was heartbreaking for her but she pushed on. She also had Macular degeneration disease and was about 90% blind. Which hurt her the worst. Jinny was talented in many areas, but her greatest talent was an artist. She was a painter and she painted many beautiful paintings.
I think one of Jinny’s biggest accomplishments was being married to my dad for almost 50 years. Now that’s an accomplishment!
May she Rest in Peace and be reunited with my dad and their dogs, Heidi 1 and Heidi 2.
I will miss you, Jinny.
I will sign off and wish all of you a great night.
See you soon. Hugs till then.
Virginia L. Marcus
7/7/1923 to 1/7/2018