Sadness and Joy (and Gin and Tonic)

My mother Jan enjoyed raising a glass at festive occasions.

In my family we tend to divide up the sad part of commemorating a death from the joyful part.

A few weeks after my mother Jan’s death in December we held a brief memorial service at our church. A number of people offered to speak at the service. My brother and limited the program, however. We wanted to give everyone—and most of all ourselves—a chance to say a dignified goodbye so that we could move on to grieving, to adjusting to life without her, before talking too much.

That was the sad portion of our official mourning—or perhaps I should say the sadder portion. No one could be very sad when thinking about my funny, happy mother. And saying goodbye to a 93 year old is a lot less tragic than saying goodbye to a 33 year old or a 63 year old, even if everyone DID expect her to live to be 100.

The official joyful part of our mourning will come in just under two weeks, on Saturday, July 7, at 12:30 in the afternoon. We are giving a pot-luck memorial party. (Some of our neighbors are calling the event Jan Day.)

My mother wasn’t Jewish, but she approved of the Jewish tradition of burying someone within 24 hours, having a little quiet family time, and then waiting until the unveiling of the grave a year later to remember the dead extensively.

We’re only six months out now—and we won’t be unveiling a tombstone at the party because Jan’s daughter keeps forgetting to order one. (I’m sure Freud would have something to say about that.)

We do have enough distance from her death, however, to enable us to laugh a lot more than we cry at the party.

People keep asking me about our plans for the party.


My mother never planned parties. She just assembled good people and good food and let nature take its course.

So that’s our plan … if you can call it a plan. We’ll have wine and soda and maybe rhubarb tea … and a little bourbon and gin and tonic to appease the relatives who consider those a must at a party (as did my mother)…

And tea sandwiches and tandoori chicken and ice cream sundaes and whatever people bring to the feast.

We’ll tell funny stories and sing songs she adored in her youth. I’m looking for the music to “I Get Along Without You Very Well.” She frequently told me that she sang this song constantly for a month—with great bravado—in 1940 or so when a boy named Dean Woodruff dumped her. (She was usually the dumper rather than the dumpee so his defection made her feel particularly melodramatic.)

Mostly we’ll enjoy our lovely Hawley hills and each other’s company, particularly the company of her two surviving siblings, even if her baby sister does drive us all a little crazy. (That’s who my aunt is, and we love her.)

We’ll make new memories that day, I’m sure.

We still laugh when we remember my neighbor Florette’s drunken speech at my father’s memorial party. I THINK it was about men with whom she had had affairs at different points in his life, but it was a bit incoherent. Another neighbor finally grabbed Florette and pulled her out of the spotlight.

And we fondly recall my cousin Pat’s speculation that my father was participating in the festivities in the form of a particularly busy butterfly. (I didn’t entirely buy this story—my father was a little too noisy to come back as a butterfly, in my opinion—but it was a lovely thought.)

And we’ll find satisfaction in knowing that life goes on, richer because of the objects, the foods, and especially the people my mother loved.


14 comments on “Sadness and Joy (and Gin and Tonic)

  1. Doris Matthews says:

    Sounds just like the right thing to do for Jan. I wish you all a very happy get together. I have always believed that best way to remember a loved one is to tell the stories and tell them often. Keep on keepin’ on!

  2. Your mom was such a character… it was always fun to read of her antics and it still is nice to remember her.

    • tinkyweisblat says:

      Devany, I love that people like you who never even met her liked her, too. Happy travels……

  3. Nancy Bischoff says:

    Invite Dean Woodruff and dedicate the song to him! Jan will be giving him the finger from on high…

  4. I am looking forward to the event. This is truely the best way to remember your Mom (Aunt Jan). Thanks for allowing us to join you in the celebration of life (and what a life it was).

  5. Joanne Benkley says:

    Tinky, I am so sorry to say that I won’t be able to come. The McMullins are having a family reunion in Eastern MA that same day. I will miss lifting a glass of G&T to Jan with the rest of the gathered, but will be thinking of you and will lift one from afar.

    • tinkyweisblat says:

      What a shame, Joanne (well, from our point of view, not yours)! I know it’s a busy weekend, however. Maybe we can get together when things die down. Enjoy the reunion……

  6. Buckey Grimm says:

    Fantastic Idea Tinky, even though I didn’t know her, you made her feel like part of the family. WIthout a doubt I will make sure to have a libation in her honor.

    • tinkyweisblat says:

      Thanks, Buckey! Have a drink for me that day if you will; I have a feeling I may be too busy to grab one……….

  7. Eric Johnson says:

    This reminds me of Uncle Herman’s little talk at Dod’s small ceremony when her ashes joined her beloved Gulf of Mexico….we learned in great detail how to make a good martini and ummm, not much else!

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