Another reason I did not have time to blog was because the last few weeks were filled with attempts to help care for our dear friend, Mary Kelly, who died on May 24.
Mary loved Maris. She felt she had a special connection with him from the time he came into this world. She was devastated when he died, and I am not surprised that she has followed him into the spirit world a mere 7 months later.
The penultimate time I saw Mary, when it seemed clear she was dying, and was barely conscious, I asked her to carry my love to Maris. I told her I was envious that she would see him before I would; but that she was so blessed...because she would be seeing him.
I wonder if he met her when she passed over.
Mary's heart was so full of generous love for so many people. I am sure she is having a great time in the spirit world. I pray Maris is having a good time with her, and that they are getting caught up with each other, too.
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Maris Michael Butta, Senior Airman, son of Raymond and Deena, nee Weglarz; brother of Alexander and Philip Butta. A 2006 graduate of Gordon Tech High School, Maris was a member of the 8th Intel squadron in the U.S. Air Force at Hickam Air Force Base in Hawaii. He was decorated with the Air Force Achievement Medal and earned the following awards: Air Force Organizational Excellence Award, the Air Force Good Conduct Medal, the National Defense Service Medal, the Global War on Terror Service Medal and the Air Force Training Ribbon. In lieu of flowers, memorial donation to the Wounded Warrior Project, 7020 A.C. Skinner Pkwy., Suite 100, Jacksonville, FL 32256. Visitation Monday, 3 to 9 p.m., and Tuesday, 9 a.m., until time of service, 10 a.m., at Smith-Corcoran Funeral Home, 6150 N. Cicero Ave., Chicago. Interment St. Adalbert Cemetery.
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It has been 10 days since my mother's death. The empiricist/rationalist in me may think that as she closed her eyes and fell asleep as she usually did it was simply lights out. But another part of me still holds to the thought that after she fell asleep the first thing she awoke to was to her son Noel smiling down on her with my dad by his side and behind them a long line of people from her life that had gone before and were waiting to draw her into a all embrace of love. Perhaps this was the case. It moves me to tears to hope it might have been, but at least I know she now lays side by side with them both, together at last.nss$9147
It has been 10 days since my mother's death. The empiricist/rationalist in me may think that as she closed her eyes and fell asleep as she usually did it was simply lights out. But another part of me still holds to the thought that after she fell asleep the first thing she awoke to was to her son Noel smiling down on her with my dad by his side and behind them a long line of people from her life that had gone before and were waiting to draw her into a all embrace of love. Perhaps this was the case. It moves me to tears to hope it might have been, but at least I know she now lays side by side with them both, together at last.
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