In Memoriam: Ruth Mason

I am just back from a very sad week and a half in Florida attending my sister Ruth's final illness and eventual death.  She went in the hospital on Thursday, February 6th for blood transfusions after a doctor appointment.  On Saturday, the 8th Ron called to say she was declining, so my sister Susan and I flew down to be with her.  We joined mom, Ruth's  husband, Ron, and their three sons, Travis, Steven and Brendan, and Ron's parents.  Ruth and Ron had bought a house in Homosassa, Florida, near our brother Peter, and were staying there during the winter.

Here is a picture of Ruth and Ron from a few years ago.

Look at that smile!  Ruth was famous for it!

She actually rallied for a few days in the hospital, and I thought she would pull through.  However, on Thursday afternoon the 13th she developed pneumonia, rapidly declined and went into a coma, which she  never came out of.  There was no treatment that would bring her back.  We transferred her to a hospice facility nearby and spent the next two days with her there.  She died mid-morning on Saturday, February 15.

She had been sick for over a year, but was very close-mouthed, so we do not know everything about her condition.  I don't know if she knew everything that was going wrong. Perhaps I'll write more about that in another post.

Here is a more recent picture of Ruth and Ron, maybe a year or so ago.  Still with that one-of-a-kind smile.

The people at the HPH Hospice in Brooksville were truly wonderful in helping with her passage from this life.  Ron and the boys and Susan and I stayed there two nights, one whole day, and half of the last day.  We were able to camp out in her room and spread out to the common area and a little lounge, sleeping in spurts on makeshift beds, couches and chairs. The nurse brought us crocheted afghans to cover up.


All of the nurses there were very kind and helpful, but we think one the first night was an angel.  Around 2:00 in the morning we were all up again, crying, and she talked to us about taking this moment to tell Ruth how we felt and share our memories with her.  Ruth was non-responsive, but probably could still hear what we said.  We took turns alone in the room with  her, climbed up on the bed with  her, and told her what we wanted her to hear.  I don't think any of us would have thought of doing that if that angel-nurse had not come by, noticed our angst, and talked to us.  After that, Ron and the boys especially would get next to her in bed, even sleeping or dozing off with her, and we all hugged her and talked to her throughout the stay.

Saturday morning a chaplain was talking to Ron, while Susan and I listened.  He spoke of books about near-death experiences, and how people who come back from them are unanimous in reporting a beautiful afterlife awaiting, full of unconditional love and the total absence of fear.  The last thing he spoke of was how often people will wait for someone or perhaps some symbolic act, but when the time comes to actually pass over, they are alone in the room; that they seem to want their privacy for this last act on this earth.

Ron had found a special "Family" charm for Ruth's Pandora bracelet, planning to give it to her on Valentine's Day.  His parents brought the bracelet and new charm over on Saturday morning, and Ron went in by himself to put it on Ruth's wrist and tell her again how much he loved her.  He left the room, and within minutes after that, she had passed peacefully away, somehow managing to find that minute when no one was there to leave by herself.  Only Brendan was in the room, asleep on a couch across the room.  It was the most peaceful, sweet death for her, although so hard on her family to finally see her go.

Everyone remembers Ruth's smile and her zest for life and fun-loving spirit.  She had an eye for decorating, and her house always had lovely little touches that none of the rest of us could pull off.  She was a great mother to her three boys, and a great friend to all of their friends, who spent hours in the comfortable Mason house, and Ruth always listened to them and had just the right thing to say. She adored her nieces and nephews and her great-nieces and nephews, and they adored her.

Ruth was the youngest of our family of six kids, nine years younger than me, the oldest.  Here is one of my favorite pictures, me and Ruth when she was just a baby.  I think I was in 4th grade here.  Sorry for the light in the upper right corner, a reflection from the glass as I snapped this picture from the framed picture that Ruth had on a dresser in her house in Florida.  Or maybe it is Ruth in angel form, telling us all is well.  I do believe that is true.

Once in a life time...

The Seahawks Superbowl victory parade in downtown Seattle on Wednesday, February 5th was one of those once in a life time events.  I kept hearing people say that as I was standing along 4th Avenue with the other 700,000 people!

It was a joyous day!  And a cold one - below freezing all day.  Really tough on the fans who had been standing in their spots for hours and hours.

It was an hour late getting started, and people on the street had no way of knowing what was going on because our trusty cell phones had no data.  Too many people using too many devices at once.
This was in front of Rainier Square.  Some kids went by on skate boards with this Seahawks flag, to wild cheers. Otherwise, the crowd entertained themselves by cheering SEA - HAWKS back and forth across the street.

A guy near us finally succeeded in getting signal, tuned in to the local news and discovered the parade was just at the Seattle Center.  We figured it was an hour away.  Norm and I dashed in for lunch at The Rock Bottom, where it was gloriously warm, we could watch the parade progress on one of their many huge flat screen TVs, and I was fortified with a nice IPA beer.  We ate lunch, paid the bill, and dashed back outside to see the parade.  Brilliant!

Yes, this is mostly what we could see!  Up at the front there were some actual Seahawks going by, some in Seattle Duck Tour vehicles, some in dump trucks, some in Humvees, and other assorted vehicles. 

This is a picture of the trophy! Perhaps it is hard to see?  I can't quite make out who is holding it.

Some kids had a great idea and climbed up in trees!  Across the street are some people on a building roof.  Lucky!!  There were people in all the windows of buildings along the way.  Some of the old buildings have windows that actually open, and people unfurled Seahawk flags and cheered their team. 

Despite the cold and the crowd, everyone was smiling and happy, still talking about that fantastic Superbowl game.







The most amazing thing was that whole day, with all those people in the city, with all the uncomfortableness of cold and people crammed up against each other, there was no violence, no vandalism, no arrests at all.  It was a completely peaceful event!!  Maybe it's one of those Seattle things.  Or maybe people anywhere can unite over something positive.   Something to ponder.

Me and Norm early in the parade.  A nice guy snapped our picture with my phone.

Seriously getting back to gardening later this week...

As soon as I get over my obligatory Seahawks Superbowl victory post, that is.  Seattle has gone Seahawks crazy.  We can't stop talking about and thinking about that perfect game yesterday.  Our team didn't make any mistakes, executed nearly every play perfectly, and there weren't even any bad calls.  It might have been more fun for the rest of the country to watch if the game were closer, but for us it was perfect!

And it is amazing how much it really does seem like US.  We aren't the ones out on that field getting hammered or doing the hammering, but Seattle fans actually feel like a part of the team.  I can't think of the last time so many people were so united.  Football rocks!  We're having a big parade downtown on Wednesday.  Luckily I'll already be downtown for work because traffic will be impossible.

  Speaking of work, here's a picture of some of my office mates on Friday.  Half the people were actually working in their offices, but here are some lawyers, paralegals, legal secretaries and administrators in blue and green.  I'm in the green sweater, second row from the back, second person in.  Yes, we could have used someone to stage us a little better!  But it was fun, and we had a pre-Superbowl party with beer and appetizers.  Seriously, every office in the building was having similar parties and nearly everyone was dressed in Seahawks colors.

In other news, I am battling a stye on my right eye.  Started getting it Friday and it's full blown now, driving me moderately crazy.  My brother Steve and I used to get these infections frequently when we were young teenagers, he more than me.  I haven't had one in over 40 years!  It should resolve itself within a week or so, and the only treatment is hot compresses, which I only started today. Am I getting younger, or what?

It is clear and cold here, very pretty!  Seems quite a bit too cold to be digging in the garden, though.

This new cat came in the cat door tonight. The flash on the phone is too bright, so you can't see that it is quite a pretty tabby cat.  But seriously, no more cats!!

Signs of Spring and Tools of the Trade

Saturday's progress!  Here is our high-tech way to cram more yard waste into the barrel.  We take one of our empty plastic buckets and ram it against the pile of brush in the barrel.  It is rather satisfying to crunch those blackberry vines.

Norm had drug out dozens of blackberry vines from the plum tree side at the end of our work session last weekend.  Today I cut up all of the vines in front of the soon-to-be vegetable bed.  That filled the yard waste once again, and I left the back section for another day.  I cleared leaves and sticks and even a huge mushroom out of the center yard.  Waiting for a halfway dry day to run the lawn mower over the remaining leaves.  I wanted to start clearing ivy out of the vegetable bed, thinking it would make me feel like I was making progress if I could get down to bare earth.  I did get a bunch pulled, but it's a long ways still to bare earth.  Ivy is a lot easier to pull than blackberries!

Tools of the trade:

Leather gloves, big pruners and small pruners.  And my waterproof Timberland boots.  I'm actually not a pink person, but got these for $15 one time at the Fremont Sunday market.  They are quite awesome for working in the soggy Northwest.

Norm had been at work, but came out to do the first bit of pruning on the apple trees.  He got a recriprocating saw with special pruning blades at Lowe's.  Wow - it worked great!  So much easier than any of the hand tools I've used before.  He cut off a bunch of branches before it got too dark.  We've let the trees go for a couple of years.  They're a mess anyway, from other years when they've been let go.  Can this tree be saved?  Stay tuned!

 There are signs of spring everywhere.  I cut vases of flowering cherry branches and forsythia.  Hopefully they will bloom inside in the next few days. 

Lots of birds out yesterday.  Robins and sparrows, and I think I heard our resident mourning dove.  It turned much colder over night, and I hope birds and buds all survive.  So beautiful today - clear and sunny.

Getting ready for the Superbowl game this afternoon.  Go Hawks!!