How do you say goodbye to your mother? The person whose love was unconditional, whose advice was unsolicited, whose knowledge of life was underestimated by you for so long, til you grew up and had your own children and saw how wise and fearless and kind she truly was.
Two years ago my friends had to do just that. Their mother, the mother to so many, her own children and dozens of foster children over several decades, took her last breath. Cancer is a nasty, unfair, unrelenting disease that she fought against as good as anyone ever had. She was brave and strong and able to hang on so much longer than any doctor thought possible. She was a miracle.
Karla Scherne was many things to many people, but to me she was always the lady who lived up the street who was there, in my house, with my mother and my grandmother, the night I was born in the middle of a blizzard. She let me come into her house, eat her food, borrow her movies, swim in her pool, be in her life. She was one of the good ones, one of the very special. We lost an amazing woman two years ago today. If I close my eyes, I think I can hear her sewing machine humming away in heaven.
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