The Cween’s mother passes

I just got this e-mail from jamamakitty with a request to post it here for all:

Attention Cheezpeeps: Cween MJ had to go home to attend to her mother who was failing due to heart failure. I just got off the phone with her and her mother passed at around noon today, peacefully with her family around her. MJ will be returning to Tuscon on Wednesday and will resume her duties as Cween of the land. Please to hold her in your thoughts.


81 thoughts on “The Cween’s mother passes

  1. “We do not remember days, we remember moments.” ~Cesare Pavese
    May your memories of wonderful moments with your mother comfort you at this difficult time, MJ.

  2. I am so sorry to hear this. Remembering our Cween and her family in my thoughts and prayers at this difficult time.

  3. Purrhaps mai cween’s mother can meet mai unkle wifh himzez goggies in heavenz…AI mizzes mai uncle… *droops earzez*

  4. Oh cween! I am sooo sorry for your loss. I will be holding you in my heart and praying for you and your family. We are all here for you anytime you need us, just as you are here for us. Sending love, beams and hugs to you and all your family.

  5. Love to you, cweenmj. Peace, grace, hugs, kisses and all good things.

    The love you share can only grow brighter.

    Big hug to you {{{cweenmj}}}


  6. Oh mai Dear cweenmj,
    please know that I am thinking of you and your family and holding you in my heart at this sad time.
    It was good that you and your family were able to be with your Dear Mom on her final journey from this earth across the brij ,where she now holds court with The Night Watchman and all our heart peeps and animals.
    Maybe she and my own Mummeh,Elsie Ellen,who is new to the Meadow, are together talking and laffing and playing with awl teh animals …I can picture teh scene 🙂
    I sending you all my Love and the knowledge that your Mom is in a good place.

    Go Well, cweenmum.

    Claire xxx {{{cweenmj}}}

  7. *raises a glass ob root beer in tribute*
    “Oh, Arse!”
    {{{{{{{{cweenmj and famblee}}}}}}}}
    mai unkel tom an his goggee sassy will meet teh cweenmum, ai am shure. he a lawt ob phun. ai misses him two.

    • Oh, Arse, indeed!!!! Go cheezparents! U produced sum of teh most wonderful cheezpeeps we can has in cheezland, and nao u can has rest eternal. And cheezburger eternal, iffn u laiks! Mai eyes may be leaking, but ai has a happi in mai heart that nuffink painful and mundane can touch u nao.

  8. Mai cween…please accept my condolences. I just lost my mother last May. I am so glad she was surrounded by her family. Hugs and beams to you all

  9. iff ai’d nown frum teh start
    hao much lubbin yoo wood kost
    ai’d styll bee payin it willinly adn moor

    iff ai’d nown ov teh teerz
    iff ai’d nown ov teh laffz
    iff ai’d nown ov teh payn
    iff ai’d nown ov teh joi
    iff ai’d nown ov teh greef
    iff ai’d nown ov teh happeez
    iff ai’d nown ov teh angreez
    iff ai’d nown ov teh cuddlez
    iff ai’d nown ov teh ignorinz
    iff ai’d nown ov teh ticklolz
    iff ai’d nown ov teh sylencez
    iff ai’d nown owr see kret lang wich
    tehn ai’d noe wun dae wiff yoo
    wood bee wurf teh yeerz ov hartake
    adn ai wudnt chanje uh moement
    ov teh tyme ai spent wiff yoo

  10. We are so sad for you and your family. Please take comfort in the knowledge that she is no longer suffering and that someday you will see her again. And she is with you in your heart forever.

    {{{{{{{{{{Cweenmj and family}}}}}}}}}}

  11. Oh mai Cween….ai has a huge sad furr yew an ur fambly, butt alsew a heppeh for ur momcat, who nao is at peece an is no longer suffering… sumone said tew me once, “Never forget someone, you loose them that way” keep hurr in your heart an she will alwais bee by ur syde. xxx
    Zel, Mike an Paul xxx

  12. Dis poem aways help me in times ob trubble, an iz sew tru. I fink the cweens mum would have gud tings on her dash.
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Cween and fambly}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

    The Dash
    A Genealogical Poem by Linda Ellis

    I read of a reverend who stood to speak
    at the funeral of his friend.
    He referred to the dates on her tombstone
    from the beginning…to the end.

    He noted that first came the date of her birth
    and spoke of the following date with tears,
    but he said what mattered most of all
    was the dash between those years.

    For that dash represents all the time
    that she spent alive on earth…
    and now only those who loved her
    know what that little line is worth.

    For it matters not, how much we own;
    the cars…the house…the cash.
    What matters is how we live and love
    and how we spend our dash.

    So think about this long and hard…
    are there things you’d like to change?
    For you never know how much time is left.
    (You could be at “dash mid-range.”)

    If we could just slow down enough
    to consider what’s true and real,
    and always try to understand
    the way other people feel.

    And be less quick to anger,
    and show appreciation more
    and love the people in our lives
    like we’ve never loved before.

    If we treat each other with respect,
    and more often wear a smile…
    remembering that this special dash
    might only last a little while.

    So, when your eulogy’s being read
    with your life’s actions to rehash…
    would you be proud of the things they say
    about how you spent your dash?

  13. I am holding you in my heart and praying for yiou and your family, beloved. I have no words—just hugs.
    All my love—janey (altosinger)

  14. Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones shines through and pours down to let us know they are happy.- Eskimo prayer

    This comforted me when my own mom passed.


  15. Speshul thots and prayers to you and your famblee, dear cween. My Mom crossed deh brij jus a munf ago, so she’s dere to welkum your Mum.
    {{{{{{{{{{{{cweenmj and famblee}}}}}}}}}}}

  16. Ohhh MJ, I’m so sorry. Words cannot express the heartache you must be feeling. Sending you beems of support and friendship. XOXO. TH

  17. Cween, mai thots are with yew during diz tyme. Hugz tew yew adn yur famblee {{{Cween}}} Yew have awlways been dere for me wif a kind werd, adn we awl want yew tu know dat we appreshiate you and luv yew!!

  18. *Most mercified Boss of CC, whose wisdom is beyond awr understandification: Deal grayshusly wif awr cween adn her famblee in der greef. Surroundify dem wif your lubs, dat dey may nawt be oberwhelmed by der loss, but habs konfidents in your gudness, adn strenf to meet teh days to come…*

    *Gibs rest, O Boss, to your servant wif your saints, where sorrows and payne awr no moar, neither sighing, but life eberlastifying…*

    (From teh Book ob Common Prayer (kitteh version))

    O dear Cween, I am so sorry for your loss. May you find joy in memories of her life well lived, and in remembering that separation from those we love is not forever. Peace be with you.

  19. O mai deer cween. Mai hart brakes and mai eyes dey leek. Ai am so sawry foar ur loss uv ur cweenmum. She iz nao in teh hands of CC and will be wayting in the rainbow bridj wif awl ur deer wuns and kittehs & goggies and ur boi cat hoo u tell abowt in the Nitewatchman. Mai hart…it brakes and Ai noes ur sad. Ai am so sad foar ur loss. Ai wish ai cud halp teh sadness u feel nao butt awl ai can do is wrap u in mai arms wif hugz and prayers and lub. {{{{{{cweenmj & fambly}}}}}

  20. Mah faice iz felled doan 4 u . . .

    Ur sad 2 luzing ur mum muss b az big az teh lubs u hadd four herz . . . so iz teh grate huginornmouse sad u haz aifinkso . . . Beemz an praers going owt frum mii 2 u, dat teh Boss ov Ceiling Cat haz Himz heeling an strawng armz rounding u. Iz saef 2 being sadd dere, yesh.


  21. Dear Cween,


    My heart is with you, and I wish you all the love in the world, and solace for your loss.

  22. A Parable of Immortality, by Henry Van Dyke

    I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, “There she goes!”

    Gone where? Gone from my sight … that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes!”, there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”


  23. My Prayer:

    For if the creator was a woman, she would never let any one die. For she knows the pain of love and life that is ever so close. Great creator be with the cweenmj as she walks this path of love and hurt. Put your arms around her and hold her close with great warmth. Let the great white bear help heal her heart(oodaa). Let her clan and friends walk with her in prayer.
    Cweenmj, be one with the love of your mother. You are what she made you.

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