Geri Grigsby

Mom surgery went well early 2001... we all thought the cancer was removed,
I bought her a gold necklace of a butterfly; she loved jewelry, and a butterfly was saying your free to fly...
 It was the fall in 2001, and Mom had just completed her move to Florida, a brand-new home, designed to her specifics likes.
Her cancer was not going to allow her to enjoy it long term.
My move was only months later early 2002, living about 20 minutes away from each other.
In her final week, we talked a lot, one night she was in a lot of pain, as I massaged her back, I asked her,
"what is it that you are most fearful of?" Quickly, she answered without missing a beat, " I am afraid people will forget me"
I made her a promise ... With my gift of gap... that anyone who could hear me would know about My Mom; her grandchildren would also carry on her memory. 
We talked about all the things she had done, achieved and accomplished in life. She was like a little child beaming from the acknowledgement of her successes!
I was there when mom took her last breath... she turned towards her right to look at the nurse commenting on how beautiful her necklace was, then turned straight ahead to look at me in a peaceful and calm voice... "Denise, I AM a butterfly" gently laying her head down...
At her funeral, they opened up partitions to accommodate room for all of her visitors. She had many friends, relatives and people who lover her. I shared her final words with all those I spoke with.
In the weeks and months that followed, I was amazed with many cards, calls and letters from her friends mentioning that a gift mom had given them, a card, hung a border, made scarf, a blouse, a dress, skirt etc.  having butterflies on it. My mother had no special fondness to butterflies, at all... Today it has been 13 years she went home... I AM still telling anyone who will listen about Geri Grisgby!