My mother was born Virginia Essie Jones in Salt Lake City, Utah, on February 13, 1907. With the help and love of her caregiver and soulmate Clara Morales, she lived until about noon on this Monday, the day of the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. She was 103 years old.
She never had a doctor (except for emergencies now and then) in her life, never took any kind of pills or medication, and – probably mostly due to her Christian Science religion, saw everything through a positive lens. Several years ago, when she was losing the ability to walk and had other physical limitations of aging, she’d say to me on the phone, “Lloyd, I’ve never felt better in my life!”
She lived in the Aegis Assisted Living home in Corte Madera for the last 4 years, with Clara her constant companion and later, nurse. She kept things lively right up to the end, with wit, humor, and insight. And she hung on.
Friday she went to sleep and slept for about 3 days. On Monday, Clara’s son Jorgito (one of her favorites) came to see her; she opened her eyes, smiled lightly, then closed her eyes and stopped breathing. Very peaceful. No diseases, no medication.
She married my dad, Lloyd M. Kahn in 1934 and they raised us 6 kids in San Francisco. We were a lively family and she captained the ship. The stories abound. Camping at a remote lake in the Sierras, summers at the Russian River, Thanksgiving at Grandmas in Santa Rosa with our (all-boy) cousins, dinners with 6 kids a 3-ring circus, corned beef and cabbage, 26 kids on our block of Ulloa Street…it was a vibrant and rich life.
Her great-great grandfather, George Krieger, fought in the The American Revolutionary War in 1779. Her grandfather, Samuel Crager, fought in the Civil War from 1861-1864.
She was a wonderful and beautiful lady.