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    Mom Died Last Night: What Do We Do Now?
    Mom Died Last Night: What Do We Do Now?
    Mom Died Last Night: What Do We Do Now?
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    Mom Died Last Night: What Do We Do Now?

    By The Rev. Dr. Claudia L. Windal, OSF

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    This is a flowing three part book beginning with my mother's retirement in assisted living, discovering that she had pancreatic cancer and explaining and removing the myths surrounding funeral goods and serviece
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateApr 12, 2015
    ISBN9781483552880
    Mom Died Last Night: What Do We Do Now?

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      Mom Died Last Night - The Rev. Dr. Claudia L. Windal, OSF

      9781483552880

      Mother was the youngest of seven children. Most of them were adults at the time Mom was born on the family farm. Buddy, her youngest brother, was still home and Mom found him quite a hellion as he and she grew up.

      One might think that living on the farm would be a wonderful experience for Mom. Grandma would often take her along when she cared for the chickens and others. She would scoop up a dozen or so chicks and cradle them in her apron while Mom looked on. Despite trying, Mom didn’t get any closer to our Parakeet, and she vetoed our having a dog!

      As Mom grew up, there was an awareness that a 10 year old girl had no business being the only youngster on the farm. Mom’s sister Theresa, and her husband offered to have Mom live with them. She fell in love with Carroll, Theresa’s first born. School was nearby the house as was the parish church. This arrangement, as wonderful as it was for both Mom and her adopted family, needed to change in order for Mom to experience some exposure to the real world beyond small town, Glenwood, MN.

      Eventually, Mom received an invitation to spend time with her sister Isabelle who lived in a Chicago suburb. She made friends easily at her workplace and soon, several of these young women moved into an apartment. Mom saw and spoke with many of the conductors as they changed trains. Among these trainmen was Joseph S. Windal. He was a number of years older than Mom and had a young son left with Dad when he and his wife divorced. Dad’s hours on the trains were not predictable nor child care friendly. Dad’s parents and his younger sister lived in Iowa and they happily welcomed Joe Jr. to the family there. Joe enlisted in the Marines when the Korean War began.

      One day, as my sister and I were playing, a tall soldier appeared at the kitchen door. Joe junior had finally come home and we were able to meet our older brother. He was on his way back to Iowa and eventually back to Chicago where he worked for many years for Brinks Armored Cars (protecting huge sums of money being transferred from one place to another.

      We moved to a suburb of Chicago that was thriving with couples with children. The school district was in the process of building a school for K-6th grade and Marsha and I were in the first class as the school opened. We were about three or four blocks from home which couldn’t have been more convenient for Mom. As Marsha and I wondered what we would do after high school (we thought long range often), she decided that she would marry and have a family. I believed that I was being called to becoming a Sister. I loved the Dominican Sisters who provided our religious education.

      Soon after graduation from grade school, I became acquainted with the Roman Catholic Dubuque Franciscan Sisters. I had

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