When you are moved in such a way to write about an individual, their life and their character, it's a telling way to remember them when they're so important to you. It speaks volumes, however, when more than one person will find a way to express themselves, writing in such a way that you desperately want the world to know the importance of these people in your world. My brother already penned his tribute to this special couple and he wrote the words that I couldn't find myself at first within those early hours. Today my heart is sad because I will miss this woman's smile, but the memories of her are sweet....
Yesterday morning, I received a phone call from my mom (ashamedly before I had even managed to get out of bed on a lazy Wednesday morning) and her words echoed in my still-foggy brain.
"June's gone. She passed away last night."
When I think of June, immediately I remember her husband, Jiggs. (Because the names "Jiggs & June" always rolled off the tongue together naturally.) He passed away some time ago, and ever since then, it just seemed that a piece was missing.
I remember as a little girl, our family would spend time at their home - and I remember thinking it was such a great house that was set back deep in a wooded area, with a driveway that twisted and turned and seemed to go on forever. My brother remembers our family visiting while the men would discuss church business, but I just remember visiting because we would be in the area, "Hey! Let's stop in and visit Jiggs & June!" (See, I told you the names together just flowed naturally off of the tongue.) Whatever the reason for the visit, my family was always welcomed into their home as friends. Jiggs would greet you with an enormous smile, a strong handshake and a slap on the shoulder, and June would greet us with open arms and would always hug and kiss us goodbye. Much like my very own grandmother, whom she happened to be best friends with.
I remember my birthday parties, kindergarten graduation, extended family Christmas, high school graduation celebrations, and my own wedding....all of them included June and Jiggs as part of our family just as they had included us in their home.
It was a natural fit.
June also played a fierce piano. On more than one occasion we would hear her practicing for Sunday's service - the sound of her fingernails clicking on the ivory keyboard and the music flowing almost effortlessly as she perfected the choruses that would be sung that weekend. She had a gift.
It was not all that long ago when my mom received a phone call while living in Texas that would eventually lead her back to June. A short time later, I had my own reunion with June and was able to introduce my children to this special woman. I had moved out of state almost 20 years ago, but I wanted my children to know what she meant to me, and to be able to meet her for themselves. Time and illness had caught up to us, and to June I was now merely "Shirley's daughter." She no longer remembered me, but yet she still welcomed me into her home with a smile.
We recently returned "home" for a visit to mom during our Spring Break, and I was able to stop and have a quick visit with June in the facility where she had been staying. It was a mere 10 minutes, and she no longer remembered me even as "Shirley's daughter." But those few minutes I was able to sit with her, and hold her hand while I visited with her were a treasure.
And in typical June fashion, she hugged me as I said goodbye to her.