The Day before Thanksgiving.
Nimbus hovers over
Billie gently takes your hand
Sine wave flattens
Forgotten memories shine bright
Roots strong as Damascus steel
You are home with Father now
The day has come
Sun rises and falls
Just as those whom stood tall
They were called
As we recall
Shadows of past
It was a warm summers day as most days are in California. The conifer tree in front raining it’s needles and cones. The rose bush displaying new blossoms filled with red, white and pink petals producing perfumes of heaven.
The walnut tree lives in back, a gigantic one at that, starting to shows signs of maturity a few more months and they will be ready. The peach trees that are in back as well showing signs of seasons end.
People coming and going some with smiles while others more serious.
A lady took Mom to the back of the house to talk, while my brother Steve and I stepped out in front near the Conifer tree. The air was still as we talked to each other. It was peaceful on this warm day in July.
Out of nowhere, a strong wind came up. I did not feel it on my entire body, only as though it were passing through my head and shoulder region and then it was gone just as fast as it came in. The leaves on the Conifer tree stopped swaying as well. That was weird.
My brother Steve and I looked at each other not saying a word.
We knew what happened. We rush back in our house, and Mom in tears. The people that were coming and going are on their phones chartering, yet, I don’t know what they were saying as though their voices were drowned out; like a fuzzy photo-distorted if you will.
I stand here in a dark hallway with only a silhouette casting shades of gray
yet, you believe it is he that stands there.
I sit here contemplating life’s goals, hands and facial expressions that further your suspicions.
At times, a nightmare producing cries of torture throughout the house only strengthens your convictions, as I ponder your suspicions.
The voice from beyond haunts my mind as a gentle tap taps my soul.
Are you here? I yell out.
Receiving no confirmation, hesitations of the still air waiting with anticipation to only hear silence and compliance of a reality come true.
Have I become you from the dark?
I walk to the black box upon the television, read the name that is mine.
I stand here and you encased in a box surrounded with flowers of love.
The final days and last photos with my Dad.
The photos are true in every form showing what Cancer will do to a person. I did not take these last few days well as you can imagine, he was my hero and mentor. You have been warned, photos are below.
Those who read my blog, will know that I recently left Sioux Falls, SD to attend a funeral in California. As I mentioned before, Sheila was my paternal first cousin and my Dad’s favorite niece. Those of us who were raised or around her were blessed in everyway for knowing her. I created a virtual memorial at Find A Grave so that she will never be forgotten and so that other relatives who were not able to attend may find the virtual memorial. For those who do not know what Find A Grave is – here is the definition: [Find A Grave is a commercial website that allows the public to access and add to an online database of cemetery records.]
Sheila, whom I addressed as Aunt, was a strong willed individual. At birth, I remember my Dad telling me she was born premature and very tiny. I was reminded while in California that her nickname was Inky for she was in an incubator for a month or two before coming home. They used a dresser drawer to place Sheila in and that became her bed for awhile. She survived and became a person whom we cherished. Later on in the early 90’s Sheila suffered a major heart attack and she was not expected to live long after that, yet she did. Hit with another ailment, she was not expected to survive more than three months, yet she did. Sheila was a fighter to the end. May we grow our own strength of survival from her.
Tuesday July 14, 2015 1:30PM
During my stay in California with my cousins, the day before the services I was fortunate to have finally met my first cousin Karin and her Mother my Aunt Patricia whom I have never met before. This side of the family comes from my Mother. Patricia is my Mother’s sister. The visit lasted for about an hour and it was a very good visit despite the nerves of visiting with a part of your family that you thought would never happen. We caught up on the regular stuff that most would and talked about what my Mother told me about growing up in the Bradford house and compared notes per say.
I must admit I was taken by surprise when I saw them face to face, for cousin Karin has the same hair color as my Mother. When I heard Aunt Patricia speak, the tone and the manner was the same as my Mothers. Stay tuned for part 2 of this posting
I am very grateful that I received my first donation using Gofundme, still along way to go.
Although it is hope against hope, I am staying positive that this will happen so that I might pay my respects, share stories and reminisce the loss.
If you haven’t heard, Delta has a contest for free airfare, I entered that as well for they will announce the winner by the 12th of this month.
Here is the link going to their facebook page:
While, I am on the topic of airfare, Southwest Airlines is offering airfare as low as $73.00. This will not help me but maybe one of you can use the deal.
Here’s the link for Southwest Airlines:
The below photo is a generation photo of Moms. Left to right. Aunt Sheila, her Mother Mary (Aunt Mary), Her Grandmother as well as mine, Grandma Loreto taken in Colusa, Ca.
Here’s the scoop,
I just received word that services for my Aunt Sheila will be on the 15th of this month in Colusa, California.
I am trying to raise money so that I can attend the funeral. The current airfare from Sioux Falls Sd is $873.00
The average cost to drive there and back-basing fuel at three dollars per gallon and a car getting twenty seven miles per gallon would cost $400.00 on the low side.
25 h (1,717.1 mi) via I-90 W and I-80 W: Sioux Falls, SD to Williams, California by car.
I created a gofundme page at http://www.gofundme.com/yzck6p4
Any help would be appreciated. Thank you sincerely.
Here is the Obituary notice:
Obituary for Patricia Sheila Reister
Patricia “Sheila” Reister passed away July 6, 2015 at Colusa Regional Medical Center at the age of 69. She was born on November 5, 1945 in Colusa. She was a lifelong Colusa County resident.
Sheila worked as a cook at Colusa Regional Medical Center for over 10 years and Travelers Inn for several years. She enjoyed playing Bingo and cooking.
Sheila is survived by her children Bill Reister of New Hampshire, Bob Reister (Linda) of Los Banos, CA, Sonia (Russ) Wilson of Phoenix, AZ, Ed (Cyndy) Reister of Colusa, CA, Toni (Tom) Ballestero of Peoria, AZ. Brothers Rick Wilmoth of Colusa, CA, Clyde Loreto of Fresno. 19 Grandchildren and 38 Great Grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her brother Jonny Loreto and her Mother Mary Wilmoth.
A celebration of Sheila’s life will be held at 10:00a.m. Wednesday July 15th at the McNary-Moore Chapel 107 5th Street Colusa. Private burial will be held at a later date.
Memorial contributions may be made in Patricia Sheila Reister’s name to the Colusa Regional Medical Center Foundation 199 E. Webster Street Colusa, CA 95932