Friday, November 18, 2016
LUCY WAS A LADY!
LUCILLE M. SCOTT
Dear John, Brian and families
I was so sorry to receive the phone call notifying me of Lucy’s passing. I retired from work about the same time as Lucy did and since I had moved out of the area, I had been unaware of her stroke or her worsening condition. It saddened me a great deal to receive that call.
Lucy and I worked closely together for the six years I served at the Rehab Center. We covered jobs for each other, consulted each other – and frankly, depended on each other a lot. We also laughed a lot. Lucy was a bright spot in a sometimes-grim environment.
We also shared with each other a lot about our families. I feel as if I know each one of the family members, including her sisters, even though I have never met any of you.
If I could characterize her in a few words, I would say that of all the people I have ever known, Lucy loved her family the most. She thought her sons were the most handsome, the smartest and best sons a mother could have. She was so proud of both of you. And when she interviewed me for my job, sitting on her desk looking me straight in the eye were pictures of her three grandkids, who of course were considerably younger than they are now. She was fiercely proud of them, and of course with their parentage they also were the most handsome (or in the case of Jessica and Justine, most beautiful), smartest, and cleverest grandkids anyone had ever had. And how she loved her sisters. I was envious that I did not have the kind of relationship with my sister that she had with hers.
Lucy was caring and compassionate, sometimes to a fault, and she often ended up on the short end of the stick with the residents of in her sober-living house. But at work if we had a problem, Lucy would be the first one to step up to help us. She was a very kind, warm person, a beautiful, beautiful lady, in body, soul and spirit.
One of my fondest memories is how Lucy always told me about lounging around the house in her silk pajamas. One day she told me she had 10 pair of them. She asked if I had any and I said mine were all flannel. She insisted, as only Lucy could insist, that I go buy myself a few pairs, that I would feel better about myself, that my husband Jerry would appreciate it, and that it would make such a difference in my life. I did not rush out to buy any, to her chagrin. But last December I called her to announce that I had just bought my first pair – that finally in my retirement I could sit around the house in my jammies if I felt like it and her many admonitions had finally come home to roost! And yes, I did feel quite elegant – and yes, Jerry DID like them, a whole lot! She said to me, “Think of all those years you wasted!” Vintage Lucy, right?
At Christmas the six of us girls in the office exchanged little Christmas gifts. The only gifts I can remember specifically are the ones that came from Lucy. Her taste was exquisite, and I am still using the vase, the scarf and the pill case that she give to me at various Christmases. She always was careful to let me know that they were gifts she had received from friends but had put away because she didn’t really need them. She wanted to be up front with me about how it was that I got such a lovely gift. But I knew her friends to be as elegant as Lucy was and I cherished each one of the gifts. I still use them and think of her each time.
It is hard to lose a mother and grandmother (and sister). I am sorry I didn’t know earlier of her illness because I surely would have sent a card and come to visit her in the hospital. Please accept my condolences at this sad time. Unfortunately I was out of town on the day of her funeral. I am grateful that Brian called to let me know the sad news. She was a very special lady. I shall miss her.
Hugs to you all.