Wednesday, April 13, 2011

3 months

Three months today. I sleep too much. It's the only time I get to see her. I keep waiting for her to come back, but it hasn't happened yet.

The Veterans Cemetery just sucks. I stopped by last Friday on the way to Connor's first baseball game of the season, and the headstone was in place. It wasn't there last weekend. No phone call, no nothing. It was probably casual Friday again at the VA Cemetery office.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Cloud Keeper

Cloud Keeper

Cinda's Story

by Linda Anson

I found this story written out long-hand on notebook paper in our file cabinet. I have no idea when Linda wrote this, but I'm going to guess it was in the summer or fall of 1993. There are a lot of scratch-outs and false starts, I've included them because they tell about Linda. -- Dale Anson

Cinda smiled a dimply smile, her eyes sparked as she leaned into the conversation. "I want to be remembered by some act totally outrageous."

"Well, if someone told me I had 6 months to live, I'd gorge myself on all my favorite foods and make love for days!" Cynthia returned.

"Right," Cinda said. "Like cancer is such a turn on!"

"I'd travel," added Linda. "Budapest. I've never been to Budapest."

The three women sat around a chrome table in the old deli downtown Moscow (Idaho). They were gathered for what would be their last laughter luncheon as a trio.

Cinda, 49, married, mother of five and a cancer patient, was about to begin an experimental cancer treatment. One last desperate attempt to put her cancer in remission.

Cynthia pushed back in ther chair, "You're supposed to grow old before you die." Linda and Cinda exchanged a look of understanding. Cancer was common ground for the two women. Linda, 46, wife and mother of two, was in remission from her breast cancer. She and Cinda had met a few months earlier at a cancer support group. Like Linda, Cinda had fought and won the battle against breast cancer. She had a bilateral mastectomy, chemo, and hormone therapy. Unfortunately, Cinda had a recurrence. This time, the cancer was in her bones and lungs.

Linda buried her tear-streaked face into the warm coat of her dog Grafi. The black lab leaned her body into Linda's, giving the comfort needed. Linda raised her head, wiped away the tears. "Oh, Grafi, how can you not miss someone who loved dogs and Disneyland and the very essence of life?" Her mind screamed. She got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Standing at the sink, she shrugged her shoulders as if to shrug off the mantle of gloom that seemed to hover about her.

Sometimes I want to turn back time and relive days when things were going my way. I'd like to turn back to a time in my life when I still had both of my children living at home and I still had both of my breasts. It was harder parting with my son than with my breast.

Recriminations. Regrets. Remorse. Words of powerful feelings. Sorrow. Sadness. More works, more feelings. Where does one begin to put down in words the depth of emotion that one feels at the loss of a valued friend? I thought I was prepared for Cinda's death, she had terminal cancer. The experimental treatment she chose to pursue had slim margins of successful results. I guess I thought it was a lot like the lottery. You know you're probably not going to win, but you buy a ticket anyway. When your numbers aren't drawn, it doesn't come as a big surprise. Somehow, knowing all the odds, I was still unprepared for the magnitude of the loss I felt when she died.

Cinda came into my life just a few short months ago. I met her on a warm evening in early spring. I had walked the few short blocks from my house to the Hospice office to attend my first cancer support meeting. We all sat around a table and our "leader" asked if we would each introduce ourselved and state our medical cases that had brought us to this place. There were 16 people crowded in that small room. Several were supportive family members, the rest like me all had or had had cancer. As they started introducing themselves around the table and describing their various cancers, treatments, and stages, I was overwhelmed by their calm recitations of life threatening conditions. I was so new to this arena at the time, I didn't even understand the significance of the statements. When Cinda spoke, I paid close attention because she, like me, had had breast cancer.

Cinda told of her bilateral mastectomy several years ago and her chemo. She spoke of recently discovering a lump on her collar bone and having some tests run.

I hadn't started chemo yet. I didn't know that breast cancer could end up anywhere but in your breasts. The depth of my ignorance about my own condition became clearly aware to me that night. Over the next few weeks I would learn a great deal about cancer. I would learn even more about the courage, compassion, and genuine concern of the cancer victims. Cinda became my educator, my cheerleader, and my friend. When they discovered her cancer had recurred, this time in her bones and lungs, I was still an innocent in that diagnosis. My first reaction was fear. If this could happen to Cinda, this could happen to me. Cinda instinctively felt my fear and shielded me from the starkness of her condition. A few months ago she told me they could not cure her but the treatment she was taking could give her more time. I guess I wanted to believe that meant years. It was only after her death that I found out it had meant months. I have deep regret that I did not work harder at being her firend. I just figured we had some time.

Over the months that I was fortunate to have her in my life, we shared a lot of feelings. She gave me a friend. Cinda liked to match up people. She and I and our mutual friend shared a lot of laughter over long lunches. Cinda always sent cards from her adventures. She drove to California in a pick up truck. She went to Alaska. She went to Disneyland. She went to London. Before she left for her final days, she sent out a card. She said she couldn't help feeling like she was going off to camp. Her amazing ability to see everything as an opportunity for adventure is one of the many things I'll miss about her.

Cinda once told me she wanted to be remembered by some outrageous behavior.

Cinda, my friend, you will be remembered by your outrageous sense of adventure, your outrageous ability to draw the most diverse groups of people together, and your outrageous ability to give so much to so many without asking or wanting anything in return.

I sat at your memorial and listened to your family and friends share their thoughts and feelings about you. Only then did I fully understand how truly precious your friendship was.

Sometimes you grow old before you die. Cinda was only 49 but her whimsical intelligence came from an ancient wisdom. The world was a better place with your presence.

While there will be a large empty space in my life for a long time to come, I can't help but rejoice in knowing the universe shines brighter because you are now part of it.

In memory of these wonderful people. These were the members of the "Life Boat", Linda and Cinda's support group. I don't know about the spouses, but I do know that all of the people on this list lost their battle with cancer. I believe that Linda lasted the longest of the group, and I am thankful for everyday that I got to spend with her.

  • Ginny Berg
  • Judy Nielsen
  • Linda Anson (and husband Dale)
  • Linda Frei
  • Marilyn Levy (and husband Stuart)
  • Roberta McFadden (and husband Bruce)
  • Rusty Black (and wife Carol)
  • Tom Gaul (and Melinda Menne)
  • Cinda Thompson (and husband Bill)
  • Dee Overstreet
  • Shirley Kees
  • Jeanne Wetmore

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Happy Birthday.

Happy birthday mama.

I miss you so much. It's getting harder and harder every day. At first it was just so unreal. It felt like maybe you were just on vacation. The more time that passes, the harder it gets.

I miss having my phone ring and it be you. I miss being annoyed that you're telling me a story I've heard 10 times before and will hear 10 times more. I miss your advice, and your company and your laughter.

I miss Sunday dinners. I miss planning camping trips and talking about what to get the kids for their birthday. You were my friend on top on being my mom and I miss you.

Ben asks for you. He looks at your picture in his room and says "nana" over and over. "nana" is his go to word lately and it breaks my heart that I can't have you snuggle on him and share his new adventures and personality.

I miss seeing your score on Bejeweled Blitz. I miss our little chats on Facebook. I miss you.

Happy birthday, mama. I wish I could make a lemon cake for you and tease you about getting another year older.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Go Pack Go!

Thanks, sweetie! I'm sure you had something to do with that awesome Packer win of the Superbowl. Yet another title for title town!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

by Jamison

German,Offramps and Baseball

(This was written after the service for our mom but captures the spirit of what was said).

I have three things I would like to say. An observation, a story and a message. What we feel now is deep grief and pain. What is different about my mom's passing to me compared to the other three deaths I have experienced in my life is that we are absent the feeling of shock. As we do feel after a crash death or some other instant event. In our case with our mom, we had a chance to say the things we needed and wanted to say and so did she. And we told her we loved her and that she was a great mom. That is my observation.

The story about my mom is when our family was in Germany in about 1990....twenty years ago. We had just parked our car and were approaching a Germany department store to look at furniture and/or dishware. There was an older German man leaning with one hand up against the side wall of the store and his other hand obviously aiding in his urination on the bush. My mom yelled “Gross!” in English. The German man heard “Grosse” auf Deutsch (the German word for Big) and kindly replied with “Danke!” which is the German word for thank you.

The message is based on the observation and taken from a lesson from the North Boise Little League 2010 Braves experience. As we rose further up the victory ladder from semi finals to finals, the stakes become larger at each level. The reward was great but so was the risk. BUT regardless of how far we went in the World Series, we all had EXIT RAMPS somewhere. Ours could be this game, tomorrow's or who knows. So say what you need to say today and do what you need to do today. Respect that we all have exit ramps and do not wait until it is too late in your life.


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Message to Linda

I know she's gone.
I saw her go.
I held her hand as she passed on.
I kissed her forehead and told her it was okay.
I miss her.
I expect her to be there when I get home. She's not there.
I look for her calls during the day. They don't come.

Her last coherent words:
I leaned over her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
I said, "I love you".
She said, "I love you too. I love you all."

That was Tuesday evening.
I think she left then.
Her body stopped working Thursday afternoon.

Where are you?

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Hannah's Tribute

My name is Hannah.

I know I’m going to miss my grandmother. We are going to fill our hearts up with memories and pictures to make us feel better knowing that she is still there for us.  We may not be able to see her, but she is still in our hearts.

She fought through cancer to be with us as long as she could which was very inspiring.  She took Connor, Emma, and me to Disneyland to give us good memories.  

Every time my sister and I spent the night, we would go up in her bed and have a talk.   We called them our Hannah-Nana-Emma talks.   We learned so much about each other…it was a golden ticket to our hearts.   

Some more memories are her flying down to San Bernadino for my brother’s baseball game, making bread with her when I was a little girl, and our holidays together.    

I will always remember that smile on her face whenever she saw me.   

She was a wonderful person to us all.

Thank you….in honor of my Nana…Go Pack GO!

Mel's Tribute

Linda With The Laughing Eyes

Linda with the laughing eyes!
Even as a baby!
Even as a toddler!
Even as we went hand in hand to the ice cream store!
Even as we walked in the park!
Even as we went to the zoo!
Even when she went to school!
Linda with the laughing eyes!
Even when she was sick, the eyes sparkled!
Even when she noticed boys, the eyes dazzled!
Even when she fell in love!
The eyes had it and everyone knew it!
When the son came, the eyes fairly exploded with delight!
Linda with the laughing eyes!
The eyes dimmed with unhappiness!
They soon found resilience!
Starting anew was hard, but the eyes had it again!
The eyes lite up bright with the training!
Especially when a new light came into her life!
Linda with the laughing eyes!
Marriage followed romance and the eyes danced!
The daughter came and the light in the eyes fairly exploded with joy!
Adventures abroad and service to county followed and the eyes had it. Still!
Return to home soil and new adventures began, the eyes showed it!
The grand babies began and the eyes gleamed as never before!
Fun, love and joys followed for many years!
There were few tears and nearly always the eyes shone bright!
Linda with the laughing eyes!
Through births, weddings and trips throughout the world, your eyes have shone the brightest!
"Luke" as you are known to oldest brother Mel.
We all know that you lighted our lives with that smile from beginning to end!
We will all remember it forever!
Linda with the laughing eyes!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Anne's Tribute

When I think of my dear friend Linda, I can't help but remember the wonderful evenings I spent with her when I visited for Thanksgiving or Christmas both in Washington and Idaho.

Linda and I could revert back to being silly children when we were alone. We felt light as air and could forget all our cares during those evenings.

Many nights we sat up well after everyone was asleep and over a glass of wine, we laughed and giggled and got very silly, poured our hearts out to each other and solved the world's problems (in our minds anyway) ... ALL IN THE SAME EVENING.

Linda opened her heart and her home to me from day one and we quickly became very close. I will always remember and love the way she was always there for Nick and Sarah whenever they needed advice or encouragement ... and I remember that throughout the years, she has always let me know how Nick was doing because she understood that I worried from afar. I will always remember that she cared enough to think about that.

Linda was there for everyone in the family whenever they needed her ... she was a very caring, giving person, with a very sensitive heart.

I am proud that Linda considered me one of her good friends. I remember how she has told me many times how she felt blessed that Nick and Sarah brought so many people into her life and I feel the same. It's as if all the roads travelled by Nick was meant to lead to Sarah's door and Linda and I marvelled at the idea that I was born thousands of miles away from her in Ireland and somehow our paths in life lead us to each other. Reminds me of an old Irish saying: What's For You, Won't Go By You.

I will always remember my wise friend Linda with her head thrown back, laughing giddily at some silly thing we said to each other.

I will also remember the wonderful Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners she made and the care she took ... oh, and those wonderful pies that she and Dale made.

I will also remember the joy she took in her family, and especially how she took care of her Grandchildren and how she adored them.

I will remember her heart of gold and outstretched arms in welcome when I arrived to visit and how she called me Annie.

I will also remember her wise words forever.

I remember that Linda knitted me a very nice Afghan type Shawl, which I now treasure and which I use almost every night when I sit out in the garden when it is a bit chilly. When I wrap that Shawl around my shoulders, I can feel the love and the care that went into every click of the knitting needles, and I will treasure it forever. Makes me think of and feel close to my friend, Linda.

I could go on and on, but I don't want to fill up the whole space, I'll just end by saying that my memories of Linda are of a beautiful, warm, sensitive human being and I feel honoured to have been her friend.

Memorial Video

Below is the video slideshow we showed at mom's memorial service this afternoon.

Linda's Message

The funeral home gave us (Sarah, Jamie, and I) a pamphlet of verses we might want to use on the handout at the service. They were mostly the standard, sappy, sort of things everyone has seen at funeral services before. None really felt right. It was like 'pick one from column A and two from column B' and really didn't sound like Linda. I looked at Linda's blog, the one she'd started to track her journey through her cancer treatment and found this, which is what we used:

"What have I learned over these months? Don't sweat the small stuff, get over your tiny life crisis and just live. Enjoy the people you love, avoid those that cause you grief. Life is truly too short and there is no reason to hamper yourself with those people who do not have your best interest in their hearts. Laugh as often and as long as you can, it is really good medicine. Hang with your grandkids, your kids and listen to them. Soak in their personalities and savor each moment with them. Love your husband or your significant other with all the gusto you can muster. Remember that those you love also love you and this disease is just as hard on them as it is on you. I try to remember that the people I love will have grief long after I have been relieved of life's burdens. I must be kinder to them. I must give them the best memories I can possibly make for them. And I have also learned that all those I worry about are much stronger than I assumed and that I don't have to hide my illness, my pain and my bad days from them. They can handle it. I have learned that I am incredibly lucky to have such wonderful amazing people in my life. My friends are truly blessings. My family, well they are why I am still here and I promise to stay as long as possible. Love YOU ALL."


Linda Mangum Anson passed away January 13, 2011 after a long fight against cancer. A Memorial service will be held 2:00 pm, Saturday, January 22, 2011 at Cloverdale Funeral Home with a reception immediately following in the Cloverdale Reception Center in Boise.

She was born February 26, 1947, in Nampa, to Melvin and Melba Mangum. Linda called Boise her home, even though she lived in a number of places throughout her life. She attended Capitol Elementary and South Junior High in Boise, ID, graduated from Kennewick High School in Kennewick, WA, and received her degree in engineering from Clark College in Vancouver, WA. She met her husband, Dale, while working together on a survey crew. They were married June 16, 1979, and moved back to Boise. From there, Dale joined the Army, which let Linda and her family live in North Carolina, Italy, and Germany.

In 1992, with Dale out of the Army, Linda worked at the University of Idaho, in Moscow, and later held several positions in human resources in the Seattle area, eventually becoming a certified Professional in Human Resources and vice president of HR at her company.

She is survived by her mother, Melba; her husband, Dale; her children, Jamison (Carin) and Sarah (Nicholas); and grandchildren, Connor, Hannah, Emma, and Benjamin. The family requests that donations be made to Susan G. Komen for the Cure in lieu of flowers.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Memorial Service is on January 22

The memorial service for Linda will be held at the Cloverdale Funeral Home on Saturday, January 22, at 2 pm MST.

Here's the address:

Cloverdale Funeral Home
1200 North Cloverdale Road
Boise, ID 83713

Getting there is pretty easy:

Assuming you're on I-84 headed east toward Boise, get off at the Eagle
Road exit, Exit 46.
Go left/north on Eagle Road about 1/2 mile to Franklin.
Go right/east on Franklin about 1 mile to Cloverdale Road.
Go left/north on Cloverdale about 3/4 mile to the funeral home on the
right/east side of the road.

Rather than sending flowers, please donate to Susan G Komen for the Cure at: