Jean Marchand

She appreciated how much I knew about who she really was.

I would like to share this with all the people who cared for her.

Sincerely, daughter Debra

When I look back I remember you as always being the most beautiful and talented mom. In my little girl world, this was the most important trait a mother could have. But as I grew older, I learned that you were much more. A determined woman with her own agenda. Some may say by having this strong constitution, something could be lacking, like compassion or silliness. This was far from the truth.

You were this young mother of the 60’s who was determined to learn anything and had the will to master it. Whether it was painting or music or learning the laws of real estate, you always knew you would get it. And then, it became part of your being. You also had the fun side, which included the best and most creative Christmas cookies ever. Tap dancing in the kitchen, while both of us sand, “Singing in the Rain’. And the best, going to the movies to the Musicals, which were the only movies worth going to see. Let’s face it, Julie Andrews and Barbra Streisand ruled.

When the women’s movement rolled around, I could never understand what the big deal was all about, because you always acted that way. Always an individual who no one could ever keep down.

You were not a mushy mother, your love of my and family were private. Love is important, but inner strength is what will get you through life. When I needed that comfort, you had your special way of explaining. I remember coming home and seeing you crying while ironing, “What’s wrong mommy, why is Walt Cronkite on the TV in the afternoon?” Your answer to explain this tragedy was simple, “Caroline’s daddy died today”.

There were other times in my youth when I thought the world was crumbling all around me. You would not allow me to wallow in sadness. It was almost as if, it’s ok to be sad, but only for just one day, than find your center, and move forward, NOW!

As I grew older and did get hurt by love, you taught me strength. Even if those choices were wrong and you knew I would get hurt, you always realized it was my life and I had to figure it out my own way. One’s life only belongs to them and they must be allowed to live it their own way. This was one of your most important rules. By not telling me what to do, you let me fall and learn on my own. You taught me to be strong and to believe in myself.

All these life lessons I learned from you, because this was the only way you could conduct your own life. Now, on this special day I want you to know, you are my champion, my Amazon warrior, not by your accomplishments, but simply because of your unique being. There is an aura around you and the glow that generates is what people feel in your presence. It all comes down to that simple quote you gave me a long time ago.

“Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved.”

I love you.

A Memorial Mass will be held

Saturday, December 12, 2015 at 10:00am

Holy Spirit Church

183 Church Street

Newington, CT 06111