Wenche Abrahmsen Smith
19 October 1922 to 3 February 2017
Rod’s mother died fairly suddenly today.
On Tuesday she was fine.
On Wednesday morning, she became dizzy and fainted. She was admitted to the hospital, as a precaution.
On Tuesday evening, her heart stopped twice. Twice, she was resuscitated.
On Wednesday she seemed to be rallying and we had great hopes.
On Thursday, she took a serious downturn and we were far less confident.
On Friday, we lost a beautiful soul.
Fourteen years ago, when I married Rodney and took him so far from home, Wenche welcomed me warmly into her family. For most of the years we were apart, she was my most regular correspondent, until arthritis made writing too difficult.
Wenche could have resented me for taking her boy so far away, but as far as I could tell, she never did. She was, instead, warm and welcoming.
Maybe a little concerned that my enthusiasm for her son was unrealistic, but once she was sure I had realistic expectations, that never came up again. She was gracious, kind, sensible, and loving — always.
Good-bye, Wenche. We are all going to miss you terribly.