Aunt Nancy

mom 60s

Nancy Ellen Plomaritis (Archbold)
March 1, 1948 – Aug 8, 2014

Memorial Photos

IT TOOK TIME TO SEE THE HAND OF GOD IN MY DEPTHS OF DARKNESS…the circumstance that led us in a two vehicle caravan racing down I-90 to the UCM ER that would open a three month period of what are now cherished memories sealing my fate; the 15 radiation therapy trips, just her and I driving the I-90 holding hands listening to Kingdom songs along with her favorite “He Will Call “; the after therapy lunches up in the Sky Lounge overlooking the Chicago Skyline; her trips to Chicago with “the girls” Missy and Eunice, getting all dolled up with her oversized sunglasses to see her Oncologist Dr. Hoffman.
Then there were those afternoons when I would fix her the grilled cheese sandwiches she loved so much now that she could eat again, thanks to the total patient and expertise care of Dr. Hoffman & staff, while telling me how I needed to get for myself some nice new clothes to find a new wife, throwing in a name or two. And the tender moments when she would add: “Dad, you’re in denial, but even though I don’t want to, I’ll be leaving you…”, while I would just be blowing it off not wanting to believe I would ever be there. But now that I am there, how could I?

My focus now is to be there with those she loved so much, to welcome her back to the land of the living when “He Will Call” and she will answer.

She was my foxy lady,
She was my baby,
Dad

 

Part 1 “Growing up in the Country – early 1950s”

Part 2 “Dan & Amanda’s Wedding Reception – 1997”

 

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    IT TOOK TIME TO SEE THE HAND OF GOD IN MY DEPTHS OF DARKNESS…the circumstance that led us in a two vehicle caravan racing down I-90 to the UCM ER that would open a three month period of what are now cherished memories sealing my fate; the 15 radiation therapy trips, just her and I driving the I-90 holding hands listening to Kingdom songs along with her favorite “He Will Call “; the after therapy lunches up in the Sky Lounge overlooking the Chicago Skyline; her trips to Chicago with “the girls” Missy and Eunice, getting all dolled up with her oversized sunglasses to see her Oncologist Dr. Hoffman.
    Then there were those afternoons when I would fix her the grilled cheese sandwiches she loved so much now that she could eat again, thanks to the total patient and expertise care of Dr. Hoffman & staff, while telling me how I needed to get for myself some nice new clothes to find a new wife, throwing in a name or two. And the tender moments when she would add: “Dad, you’re in denial, but even though I don’t want to, I’ll be leaving you…”, while I would just be blowing it off not wanting to believe I would ever be there. But now that I am there, how could I?

    My focus now is to be there with those she loved so much, to welcome her back to the land of the living when “He Will Call” and she will answer.

    She was my foxy lady,
    She was my baby,
    Dad

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