Mary Young Obituary, Death – It had been about a week since she had left this life when we finally got to talk to each other. Stella, Conner, and I were afforded the opportunity to fly to Illinois earlier in the week to be with her before she passed away. We were blessed with this opportunity, and we are grateful for it. Before she passed away, we were able to have some meaningful interactions with her in her final days. We count ourselves extremely lucky to have had the opportunity to visit with her in the days leading up to her passing.
However, regrettably she passed away while we were on our trip, so it ended up being much shorter than we had originally anticipated. In the end, all we did was enjoy each other’s company and take pleasure in the fact that she was having a wonderful day despite the fact that we had a long list of topics that we wanted to discuss. It is of the utmost essential that both of us were there and are able to recall the laughs and pleasant times that we both spent with one another as a result of our common experience.
This is because those memories are of the utmost value. This establishes a link between us that cannot be duplicated by any other means, and it is one that cannot be severed either. The way in which my grandma expressed gratitude at the end of each dinner will be the aspect of her that I will remember with the most fondness and that I will never forget about her. I will always cherish the memory of her. Due to the fact that she played such an important role in my life, I will never forget about her.
No matter what was going on, she would begin, and after around five words she would start crying. This would repeat itself over and over again. This pattern would continue to occur over and over again. This recurring pattern would keep on taking place over and over again. This cycle of events would continue to take place over and over again without fail. She had such a great love for her family that the mere sight of all of them congregated together in the same space would bring tears to her eyes.
When she thought about her children or her husband, she couldn’t help but bubble up with tears. She showered all of the goodwill and affection that she could muster on each and every one of us, and she shared that warmth and affection with us in equal measure. As we did of her!
