Tuesday, August 17, 2010


The words of this story are probably not accurate but I will tell this story form what I have observed over the 14 years.

Years ago when my husband was about 11 years old, his parents, Lloyd (whom I never got the pleasure of meeting) and Marion became friends with Marilyn and Ron Amundson. They had a boy named Jay. He was bit younger than Alan but they were friends from the start and have stayed friends for over 50 years.

As young families do, they spent many weekends together doing things young families do and became very close.

Marian lost Lloyd in 1983 and Marilyn was there to dry the tears. She then remarried an old friend of the family. His name was Syd. Syd passed away shortly after they married and again Marion was a widow.

Marion at times, seemed to be full of anger and could be pretty cantankerous and down right rude. Marilyn was always there to gently put her in her place. Marion was so fond of Marilyn that she acquired the nickname "Old Dear".

Off an on over the years I have been married to Alan, I would hear about Old Dear. She was quiet a lady. She was beautiful inside and out. She always had every hair in place and was never seen without makeup. Her attire was always neat as a pin and well put together. She was a classy lady.

Old Dear lost Ron and remarried Bob Mohle not long after Marion lost Syd. I had the pleasure of meeting him at a Christmas brunch at Jay's house two years in a row. He was the sweetest little old man. I noticed that he just seemed to not be able to take his eyes off of his beautiful Old Dear.

I was just about to retire and move from CA to OR and knowing that Old Dear and Bob were together constantly, I ask her if she ever got tired of being together 24/7 and her answer was "No, I love being with Bob."

Although I only got to sit and talk to Old Dear maybe 4 times in my life, I will always remember how comfortable she made me feel. She had a wonderful sense of humor and was a joy to talk to.

Two months ago Old Dear broke her hip and since then has been in the hospital and deteriorating fast. Just a few days ago, Bob was admitted with kidney failure. The hospital put them in the same room.

We got a call from Jay on Saturday saying that Old Dear was dying and would probably be gone by the end of the week. The doctors told Bob that Old Dear was dying. I am sure this saddened him deeply. This morning we got a call from Jay that Bob had passed away. This evening we got another call from Jay saying that Old Dear had passed away also.

These two people so in love, lived, loved and died together. It is such a sad but unique and sweet thing as they both were. Now they are together with the Lord our God in heaven.

Rest in Peace Bob and Old Dear


nadine allen said...

Patti, This is a beautiful true story. Your words are sweet and the photos brought Old Dear and her Bob to life in a genuine way. The story isn't over, it's just beginning in their hereafter. Thank you for sharing this and blessings to both Jay and Allen.
Love, Nadine

slommler said...

What a wonderful love story! I feel in love with them just because of your story. How fabulous that they went to the Lord together!

JANN said...

I couldn't say it any better than Slommler & nadine said. I hope I go just like them with my hubby right before me . They are soaring in heaven together for all of eternity.
Thanks for sharing this love story.

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful story. Isn't it nice to know such love exists.

Erica said...

Hi, Patti. My name is Erica. “Old Dear” is my grandmother. I can't express how touched I am that you posted this wonderful story about Grandma & Bob. Yesterday was very difficult for me. I was deeply saddened, but not surprised, when I heard that Bob had passed. I knew it was going to break my grandmother’s heart when she found out. I believe he was the reason she kept on going and vice versa…

When she was passing, I was holding her hand and telling her that it’s ok for her to go if she’s ready because Bob was waiting for her. I reassure her that we would all be fine and that we loved her very much. It was so hard for me to let her go, but I knew I had to. The last time she was in the hospital, I told her that she would have to deal with the burden of living forever because we loved her too much to let her go. She got a good laugh out of that… I’m glad that when the time came I was able to love her enough to let her go.

When she introduced us to Bob and they told us they were getting married, we were surprised, but thrilled for them. She was so heartbroken when my Grandfather passed away I didn’t think she would find someone else that was so well suited for her. Bob was such a wonderful man. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body, unless he felt like someone was upsetting Grandma. He brought out the very best in her and made her so happy the last 18 years of her life. He always had something kind and encouraging to say when you saw him. I am so thankful that they happened to meet in that bar in Cabo all those years ago.

I really would like to thank you for all the wonderful thing you had to say about my Grandma, and for the record, you were very accurate in your description of her. I had never seen her with a hair out of place either until a few years ago. LOL…I woke up this morning with a very heavy heart and after seeing that someone else thought she was as special as I do, I am feeling much better.

Mica said...

oh Mom. What a sweet story. I have been really emotional all day and this topped it off with a good cry. I am so glad you shared this story. May they rest in peace. I love ya, mica

Lydia said...

kind of like the notebook. Just lovely.What a precious story. Thank you for sharing.xo la

readingsully2 said...

You made me cry. What a wonderful tribute. :)