Kathleen (Katherine) Critzer.

I’m still processing the images/feelings/memories from her funeral, but in the meantime here is what I read as a eulogy. I *so* didn’t want to speak, but the pleading and sadness in my grandfather’s eyes prevented me from saying no. He kept saying it was what she would have wanted. My sister and cousin spoke also, and in my mind, much more eloquently than me. Sigh. Anyway, here goes…

Marigolds the color of the sun
Peanut butter toast cut into nine perfect pieces
The word “epizoodiks”
The smell of boxwoods in August
Coconut cake, made from scratch, lighter than air
Afternoons in the porch glider, the Sears catalogue on our laps

These are the gifts Muddy gave me.

Her love
Her caring
Her kindness
Her gentle ways
Her strength
Her faith

These are the gifts Katherine gave us all.

Muddy, Rest in Peace.

My Muddy passed away on Tuesday 5/6/08. I’m sad, but am handling it well – too well I’m afraid. While everyone around me is sobbing, I’m stoic. I suppose I already said my goodbyes a long time ago. She was so old, in so much pain. I’m just grateful that she’s in a better place now. With Mom.

I wrote about Muddy, and what she means to me here. Rest in peace, Muddy. I hope Mom was there to welcome you and you’re both watching us from a porch glider up there. Drinking sweet tea.

And imagine, my Muddy passed on Tuesday, and my cousin gave birth to a baby boy on Wednesday. When one life ends, another begins…