I have always been the kind of person that will cry over the death of a pet more so than that of a human being. I remember the day I lost my mother, I only cried initially when I found out, but it was tears of joy, joy she was no longer suffering. I was 35 when she passed and thankful I had her active in my growing years. I think about her often and especially miss her on particular holidays. But what upsets me the most regarding my mom, is she will never get to meet my wonderful husband, his kids, and her only grandson.
I recently deleted all of my FaceBook contacts as one morning I woke up and it clicked that social media is a waste of my time. I only keep the account to manage the Mow & Blow Lawn Service page. Out of 100 or so friends I deleted, I personally asked to remain in contact with about three or four people. Of those, are my cousins Tim and Renee, just all around good people. Every holiday season, I finagle them into sending me Santa's Favorites cookies, formerly known as Jingles. These were a childhood favorite growing up in Chicago and are not available in the South.
Saturday evening, Renee randomly popped in my head and I questioned if I ever thanked her for this years cookies. So I sent her a quick message, but she never responded. Not thinking twice about it, I went on to bed. My brother called me the following morning to tell me the news. Renee passed away suddenly the evening before. We chatted on and off the last few weeks. She told me about what she did for a living and why she chose that career path. We discussed the newest manager of the Chicago Cubs, David Ross, and that neither of us care about his lack of management so long as our Cubbies win.
I believe Renee passed away from a blood clot related to that knee surgery. Nobody was home when it happened. We are all so shocked as she seemed to be recovering well.
I have never really been too close with extended family, but her passing makes me sick. It breaks my heart that such a good woman leaves behind two beautiful children and a wonderful husband. It breaks my heart even more, that this devastation has occurred less than two weeks before Christmas.
I stated before I always felt more remorse towards losing a pet than a human relative, but Renee's passing has really hit me hard. My mother passed away in September of 2016. Thankfully had my first place Cubbies to get me through that difficult time. For the first time in 108 years, they ended up winning the World Series that year.
I love you, Renee and am glad you witnessed our Cubbies go all the way in your lifetime. Say hello to Harry.