My mom, Joanne Lavell, went home to be with the Lord this last Monday. She fought a valant war against her cancer, but in the end, there were no more effective weapons to continue the battle. She entered home hospice just four or five weeks ago.
I was a lucky, lucky girl to be born to my two parents. And to have known my mom, my dearest and longest friend. We laughed and cried together, shared books and movies and music and clothes. She knew what I was feeling before I did, and I knew what she was thinking from across the miles. I had the best mom possible for nearly 50 years, and I’m so very grateful.
We’re so glad that the pain and horror of her cancer is no more. And we’re so very glad that Mom is no longer suffering. And we’re so immensely heartbroken that we don’t really yet know how to be sad. But that will come soon enough.
To my mom, lover of kitties, chocolate, cheese, old time gospel music, lace shawls, purses, pot pies, red velvet cake, project runway, bath and body works, word search puzzles, reading, shopping, her family … I miss and love you more than words can express.
L. Joanne Lavell – 1940-2013