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Randy and MJ at their 50th wedding
anniversary celebration in June.
She still fit into her wedding dress! |
I wasn't sure what I wanted to say about this sad news, if anything, but then I remembered that (hopefully) Tess will read this someday. So, with that in mind, here is a small tribute to a woman whose presence in this world was truly "larger than life."
My dear Aunt Mary Jane Watson passed away on November 5th. It was somewhat of a surprise and thus it has felt like a shock to our family. About a year ago she was diagnosed with a cancerous tumor on her pancreas, which was successfully removed, and then she completed a course of chemotherapy. By the time of her 50th wedding anniversary with my Uncle Randy this past summer, we all thought she was "in the clear" and the family celebration was such a time of rejoicing. Then we got word in mid-September that the cancer had returned....and by mid-October she was headed toward in-home hospice. The end came so quickly, and yet she survived pancreatic cancer longer than most do. This isn't the place to talk about how purely evil cancer is, although that has been top of mind for me lately since many people I know are fighting it in some form. Instead I want to share who Mary Jane was.
Aunt MJ is in so many of my childhood memories; it feels like she was essentially the backbone at any Watson family get-together. She made sure people were fed and comfortable and happy. Her amazing bean dip and her famous cranberry pudding (served during the holidays) sustained us as we talked, sang, and played together. I loved visiting their home when I was little. Downstairs there was a room with a computer (we didn't have one) where my boy cousins (her sons) taught me how to play "Spy Hunter," my first-ever video game. In their living room, we spent many Christmases with far-away family who had come to visit (often my beloved girl cousins), opening presents around the large tree. And thoughts of MJ will always remind me of her beloved four-legged companions: first there was Bitsy, then Biscuit, and finally Sarge. These dogs were devoted to her on a level I haven't seen with anyone else, and the feeling was definitely mutual.
In most of my memories of Aunt Mary Jane, she is standing at her sink (like most homes, her kitchen was the "hub" of all family gatherings) or working in someone else's kitchen. She was the person who gave it her all behind the scenes, was constantly working on behalf of other people, and did it quietly, not expecting recognition. Even as recently as my baby shower a couple of years ago, she came up to Reedley from Thousand Oaks and spent the entire event helping "backstage" when she had not been asked or expected to do so. As much as I would have enjoyed having her in the audience, playing the games and watching the gifts being opened, it's not who she was. No -- she was a servant, in the highest sense of the word.
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| MJ the award-winning equestrian. |
While for me the essence of MJ was tied up in her homemaking and caring for her immediate and extended family, those outside our family knew her as an accomplished equestrian and a regular on horse show circuit in Southern California. In her kitchen, one whole wall was devoted to MJ's blue ribbons from horse shows -- but her awards were not something she ever bragged about, because for her it was more about her love for horses. She was a long-standing board member at the Tri-Valley Horse Show Associaton and could most often be found at the "ranch" where she kept her horses and taught riding lessons. Her presence within the TVHSA was so deeply rooted, and she was so beloved by her friends and "horse family," that the organization is developing a special tribute in her honor. Titled "Devotion," the bronze statue pictured below (still in the works) will be a "traveling trophy" awarded for sportsmanship.
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| "Devotion" |
My cousin Valerie also wrote a wonderful tribute to MJ on her blog, and I love this piece of it: "My Aunt Mary Jane is one of the strongest people I know, she doesn't take crap from anyone. She speaks up for herself and for others, speaking the truth in wisdom. She loves deeply and takes care of the people around her. She is practical and hard-working, doing whatever it takes to get the job done. She is welcoming and hospitable, opening her arms and home to friends and strangers. She is humble, never seeking praise for the work of her hands, but always doing the grunt work that no one else wants to do. She is orderly, keeping track of dates and deadlines, and making sure everything is in its proper place. She values the important things in life, and doesn't worry about things that don't really matter. She lets you know when you're being ridiculous, and scolds you when you're being really ridiculous. She is an excellent listener, giving advice and encouragement. My Aunt Mary Jane is one of the best people you could ever meet and I will miss her greatly!"
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With one of her beloved horses,
"My Provider." |
Last week, the whole Watson family (minus a few in other states who have small children and couldn't travel) gathered at Randy and Mary Jane's for Thanksgiving. While it was a wonderful meal, it was also bittersweet. For me, her absence engulfed the day, and despite feeling her in every room and seeing her things all over the house, she was just...not there. I have lost loved ones before, but as I get older (and since becoming a parent) it seems that I feel things much more deeply. And this just feels like such a dramatic loss to our family -- not that any of us is more important than any other, but my heart just aches for the gaping hole that is left behind. There is a giant chasm where MJ used to be. She was such a strong woman, with such a quiet yet formidable presence, that it's incomprehensible to me she is not coming back. In a sense it feels like she is on an extended vacation or surely that she is alive and well in some other part of the world, but instead she has physically just vanished. I am filled with sadness for her husband, her sons and daughters-in-law, and her grandchildren especially.
What can possibly fill the gigantic void that her departure leaves? Hope. As big as the loss is, so is the knowledge that she IS alive and well, in a place where she is getting to be exactly what God initially intended for her to be, and that we will see her again someday. Our family will be reunited in its entirety, in a new place where things like cancer and physical death and separation don't exist and can't even be remembered. Shortly after MJ realized that she would not recover from her illness, she picked out these verses to meditate on, and shared them with her family and friends. They were also read at her memorial service:
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Uncle Randy didn't know when
this photo was taken but it looks
very recent. |
"Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words." ~ 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
I'm so grateful for the last visit we had with Aunt Mary Jane in late September. She got to spend time with Tess, and I got to hug her and tell her that I love her. Saying she was a wonderful person to know can't possibly do justice to her. And so I hope that anyone who reads this will feel like they know her a little bit, too, and will see a glimpse the amazing person that she was.