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Mom & Dad's Wedding Anniversary:
February 23 ~
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Mom was given a Christian Baptism on the 16th of December, 1956 at the Broadway Methodist Church. Minister: Louis E. Bell ~
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My beautiful and amazing Mom~
Age 54 years
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I have wanted to write a bio for my mom since the day I found her memorial on this site. However, every time I begin to write my emotions get the best of me and I am unable to finish. Yet it saddens me that without one no one can read about how wonderful she was. So I thought I would start with some simple stuff about her.
My mom preferred to be called Margie not Marjorie. Her favorite color was pink, for everything! She loved butterflies (thus my profile name), roses (pink of course), opals, Bengal tigers, bunnies and chocolate. She loved the TV shows, Mash, Dallas, Big Chuck and Little John, Who Wants to be a Millionaire and of course her soaps. My mom loved visiting Las Vegas; it was her very favorite place to go. She had a soft spot for animals. My parents were very big donators to all animal causes (my father still is). Through the years we had many pets and each of them was very special and well taken care of. My mom loved her babies very much and when they passed due to illness or age she took it very hard. Since my mom's passing five of her babies have went to see her.
My mom was one of the most generous, compassionate and giving people I have ever met. For example, at Christmas time everyone received something. Her mailman, trash collectors, bus drivers, school teachers, neighbors who just happen to be outside. Basically anyone she came in contact with. She never forgot anyone ever and I have no clue how she managed to do it all. She was so amazing.
My mom's love for her family was unconditional and a constant. She did whatever she could do and more for all of us.
I had a high-risk pregnancy in 1999 and I was not allowed to do a whole lot including driving, but I still had weekly doctor appointments. My mom (who lived an hour away from me) drove out every week and took me to my appointment that was almost an hour from my house and never did she complain or even act as though it was an inconvenience for her. When my daughter was born, my mom was in the delivery room with me and she helped me name her. All of her grandchildren miss her terribly. She was such a huge part of their lives, all of our lives.
My third daughter was a grandma's girl. She couldn't get enough of her. She was 15 years old when she lost her grandma and she spoke about her at the funeral. She told a room full of family and friends about how hard it would be for her to go back to the house and not see her there. My mom had her own chair at the dining room table it went without saying that only she was allowed to sit there. My daughter, with a broken voice, mentioned the chair that would now forever be empty. She mentioned how much she would miss the sound her grandma's slippers made when she walked across the floor. We nodded in agreement and silently cried, we would miss that too.
My mom turned 54 in October of 2007. Days later I went to visit and do some cleaning. Her breathing had begun to worsen and she was unable to mop all the floors of the house so I took the liberty of doing it. She may not have been able to do it herself but she was able to follow behind me and let me know if I missed a spot! Ha-ha My Aunt (her sister) took my mom up to her Dr. Appointment while I stayed behind to finish up. When they came back my mom told me her Dr. wanted to admit her into the hospital because her oxygen was low. She was shocked and really so was I because this seemed to be one of her better days. She asked if I would go up with her when my dad got home from work and I said of course. When my mom was released from the hospital, she was put on oxygen. She hated it. For the first couple of weeks my mom believed she would get better and be able to go back to work. She only had a few months left before being eligible for her lifetime discount at Macy's. We thought she would get better too. It never happened though. She continued to get worse, having to be admitted back into the hospital several times.
On Sunday, February 10th my mom was discharged from the hospital for the last time. My girls and I were excited because we were going to visit her the next day. On the morning of the 11th my daughter (grandma's girl) wanted to call her grandma. I told her to wait because she was probably tired and we would be seeing her soon. My daughter was impatient and wanted to know when we would be going and I told her as soon as I was finished with my shower. When I got out of the shower my daughter told me that Auntie Rae had called and I said Okay. Then she said and Auntie Ramona called too (my sister). Those words, even now, chill me to the bone because I knew what had happened. I locked myself in my bedroom unable to control myself, I cried, I screamed, I blubbered and yelled. Then I cleaned myself up and drove out to say good-bye to my mom, who fell asleep in her bed the night she came home from the hospital and never woke up. We had her wake on Valentine's Day.
Not a second in time passes that I don't think of her. I was surprised when I accidentally stumbled upon this website and shocked when I found my mom here but now I am forever grateful that I did and believe it was fate for me to find her. My mom always said that she was afraid she would be forgotten. Thanks to this site and all of the wonderful people here, she will never have to worry about that.
Thank you to all who stop and visit my mom. Words could never express how truly appreciative I am for all of you.
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"The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly." -- Kahlil Gibran
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"Years may wipe out many things, but some they wipe out never ~ Like memories of those happy times when we were all together" --Glenda Emerson
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If you have time please visit my mom's baby (dog). Zeus
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Notice from the Cleveland Plain Dealer
MARJORIE ANN CUIKSA (nee Bican), age 54. Beloved wife of John. Loving mother of Khaylayne and Ramona(Scott). Dearest grandmother of Lyndsay, Mhercaydes, Mhyryssa, Khaybri and Leighton. Great-grandmother of Kameron. Dearest sister of Rae Anne Bican (Alex). Marjorie is loved by all and will be missed by many.
Friends may call at THE BICAN BROS. FUNERAL HOME, 5215 FLEET AVE., THURSDAY FROM 2-4 AND 6-8 P.M., where services will be held at 8 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, the family suggests contributions may be made in her memory to The National Emphysema Foundation, 128 East Avenue, Norwalk, CT 06851.
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A very special Thank You to
~ TJ ~
for creating my mom's memorial.
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A very special Thank You to
~ Noname ~
for sponsoring my mom's memorial.
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A very special Thank you to
~ Major Chance ~
for the beautiful restoration of my mom's photograph.
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A very special Thank you to
~ Glenda ~
for the beautiful quote.
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A very special Thank You to
~ Sean ~
for the beautiful collage of photos.
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Mom & Dad's Wedding Anniversary:
February 23 ~
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Mom was given a Christian Baptism on the 16th of December, 1956 at the Broadway Methodist Church. Minister: Louis E. Bell ~
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My beautiful and amazing Mom~
Age 54 years
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I have wanted to write a bio for my mom since the day I found her memorial on this site. However, every time I begin to write my emotions get the best of me and I am unable to finish. Yet it saddens me that without one no one can read about how wonderful she was. So I thought I would start with some simple stuff about her.
My mom preferred to be called Margie not Marjorie. Her favorite color was pink, for everything! She loved butterflies (thus my profile name), roses (pink of course), opals, Bengal tigers, bunnies and chocolate. She loved the TV shows, Mash, Dallas, Big Chuck and Little John, Who Wants to be a Millionaire and of course her soaps. My mom loved visiting Las Vegas; it was her very favorite place to go. She had a soft spot for animals. My parents were very big donators to all animal causes (my father still is). Through the years we had many pets and each of them was very special and well taken care of. My mom loved her babies very much and when they passed due to illness or age she took it very hard. Since my mom's passing five of her babies have went to see her.
My mom was one of the most generous, compassionate and giving people I have ever met. For example, at Christmas time everyone received something. Her mailman, trash collectors, bus drivers, school teachers, neighbors who just happen to be outside. Basically anyone she came in contact with. She never forgot anyone ever and I have no clue how she managed to do it all. She was so amazing.
My mom's love for her family was unconditional and a constant. She did whatever she could do and more for all of us.
I had a high-risk pregnancy in 1999 and I was not allowed to do a whole lot including driving, but I still had weekly doctor appointments. My mom (who lived an hour away from me) drove out every week and took me to my appointment that was almost an hour from my house and never did she complain or even act as though it was an inconvenience for her. When my daughter was born, my mom was in the delivery room with me and she helped me name her. All of her grandchildren miss her terribly. She was such a huge part of their lives, all of our lives.
My third daughter was a grandma's girl. She couldn't get enough of her. She was 15 years old when she lost her grandma and she spoke about her at the funeral. She told a room full of family and friends about how hard it would be for her to go back to the house and not see her there. My mom had her own chair at the dining room table it went without saying that only she was allowed to sit there. My daughter, with a broken voice, mentioned the chair that would now forever be empty. She mentioned how much she would miss the sound her grandma's slippers made when she walked across the floor. We nodded in agreement and silently cried, we would miss that too.
My mom turned 54 in October of 2007. Days later I went to visit and do some cleaning. Her breathing had begun to worsen and she was unable to mop all the floors of the house so I took the liberty of doing it. She may not have been able to do it herself but she was able to follow behind me and let me know if I missed a spot! Ha-ha My Aunt (her sister) took my mom up to her Dr. Appointment while I stayed behind to finish up. When they came back my mom told me her Dr. wanted to admit her into the hospital because her oxygen was low. She was shocked and really so was I because this seemed to be one of her better days. She asked if I would go up with her when my dad got home from work and I said of course. When my mom was released from the hospital, she was put on oxygen. She hated it. For the first couple of weeks my mom believed she would get better and be able to go back to work. She only had a few months left before being eligible for her lifetime discount at Macy's. We thought she would get better too. It never happened though. She continued to get worse, having to be admitted back into the hospital several times.
On Sunday, February 10th my mom was discharged from the hospital for the last time. My girls and I were excited because we were going to visit her the next day. On the morning of the 11th my daughter (grandma's girl) wanted to call her grandma. I told her to wait because she was probably tired and we would be seeing her soon. My daughter was impatient and wanted to know when we would be going and I told her as soon as I was finished with my shower. When I got out of the shower my daughter told me that Auntie Rae had called and I said Okay. Then she said and Auntie Ramona called too (my sister). Those words, even now, chill me to the bone because I knew what had happened. I locked myself in my bedroom unable to control myself, I cried, I screamed, I blubbered and yelled. Then I cleaned myself up and drove out to say good-bye to my mom, who fell asleep in her bed the night she came home from the hospital and never woke up. We had her wake on Valentine's Day.
Not a second in time passes that I don't think of her. I was surprised when I accidentally stumbled upon this website and shocked when I found my mom here but now I am forever grateful that I did and believe it was fate for me to find her. My mom always said that she was afraid she would be forgotten. Thanks to this site and all of the wonderful people here, she will never have to worry about that.
Thank you to all who stop and visit my mom. Words could never express how truly appreciative I am for all of you.
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"The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly." -- Kahlil Gibran
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"Years may wipe out many things, but some they wipe out never ~ Like memories of those happy times when we were all together" --Glenda Emerson
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If you have time please visit my mom's baby (dog). Zeus
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Notice from the Cleveland Plain Dealer
MARJORIE ANN CUIKSA (nee Bican), age 54. Beloved wife of John. Loving mother of Khaylayne and Ramona(Scott). Dearest grandmother of Lyndsay, Mhercaydes, Mhyryssa, Khaybri and Leighton. Great-grandmother of Kameron. Dearest sister of Rae Anne Bican (Alex). Marjorie is loved by all and will be missed by many.
Friends may call at THE BICAN BROS. FUNERAL HOME, 5215 FLEET AVE., THURSDAY FROM 2-4 AND 6-8 P.M., where services will be held at 8 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, the family suggests contributions may be made in her memory to The National Emphysema Foundation, 128 East Avenue, Norwalk, CT 06851.
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A very special Thank You to
~ TJ ~
for creating my mom's memorial.
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A very special Thank You to
~ Noname ~
for sponsoring my mom's memorial.
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A very special Thank you to
~ Major Chance ~
for the beautiful restoration of my mom's photograph.
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A very special Thank you to
~ Glenda ~
for the beautiful quote.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3~
A very special Thank You to
~ Sean ~
for the beautiful collage of photos.
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Mom & Dad's Wedding Anniversary:
February 23 ~
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Mom was given a Christian Baptism on the 16th of December, 1956 at the Broadway Methodist Church. Minister: Louis E. Bell ~
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My beautiful and amazing Mom~
Age 54 years
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I have wanted to write a bio for my mom since the day I found her memorial on this site. However, every time I begin to write my emotions get the best of me and I am unable to finish. Yet it saddens me that without one no one can read about how wonderful she was. So I thought I would start with some simple stuff about her.
My mom preferred to be called Margie not Marjorie. Her favorite color was pink, for everything! She loved butterflies (thus my profile name), roses (pink of course), opals, Bengal tigers, bunnies and chocolate. She loved the TV shows, Mash, Dallas, Big Chuck and Little John, Who Wants to be a Millionaire and of course her soaps. My mom loved visiting Las Vegas; it was her very favorite place to go. She had a soft spot for animals. My parents were very big donators to all animal causes (my father still is). Through the years we had many pets and each of them was very special and well taken care of. My mom loved her babies very much and when they passed due to illness or age she took it very hard. Since my mom's passing five of her babies have went to see her.
My mom was one of the most generous, compassionate and giving people I have ever met. For example, at Christmas time everyone received something. Her mailman, trash collectors, bus drivers, school teachers, neighbors who just happen to be outside. Basically anyone she came in contact with. She never forgot anyone ever and I have no clue how she managed to do it all. She was so amazing.
My mom's love for her family was unconditional and a constant. She did whatever she could do and more for all of us.
I had a high-risk pregnancy in 1999 and I was not allowed to do a whole lot including driving, but I still had weekly doctor appointments. My mom (who lived an hour away from me) drove out every week and took me to my appointment that was almost an hour from my house and never did she complain or even act as though it was an inconvenience for her. When my daughter was born, my mom was in the delivery room with me and she helped me name her. All of her grandchildren miss her terribly. She was such a huge part of their lives, all of our lives.
My third daughter was a grandma's girl. She couldn't get enough of her. She was 15 years old when she lost her grandma and she spoke about her at the funeral. She told a room full of family and friends about how hard it would be for her to go back to the house and not see her there. My mom had her own chair at the dining room table it went without saying that only she was allowed to sit there. My daughter, with a broken voice, mentioned the chair that would now forever be empty. She mentioned how much she would miss the sound her grandma's slippers made when she walked across the floor. We nodded in agreement and silently cried, we would miss that too.
My mom turned 54 in October of 2007. Days later I went to visit and do some cleaning. Her breathing had begun to worsen and she was unable to mop all the floors of the house so I took the liberty of doing it. She may not have been able to do it herself but she was able to follow behind me and let me know if I missed a spot! Ha-ha My Aunt (her sister) took my mom up to her Dr. Appointment while I stayed behind to finish up. When they came back my mom told me her Dr. wanted to admit her into the hospital because her oxygen was low. She was shocked and really so was I because this seemed to be one of her better days. She asked if I would go up with her when my dad got home from work and I said of course. When my mom was released from the hospital, she was put on oxygen. She hated it. For the first couple of weeks my mom believed she would get better and be able to go back to work. She only had a few months left before being eligible for her lifetime discount at Macy's. We thought she would get better too. It never happened though. She continued to get worse, having to be admitted back into the hospital several times.
On Sunday, February 10th my mom was discharged from the hospital for the last time. My girls and I were excited because we were going to visit her the next day. On the morning of the 11th my daughter (grandma's girl) wanted to call her grandma. I told her to wait because she was probably tired and we would be seeing her soon. My daughter was impatient and wanted to know when we would be going and I told her as soon as I was finished with my shower. When I got out of the shower my daughter told me that Auntie Rae had called and I said Okay. Then she said and Auntie Ramona called too (my sister). Those words, even now, chill me to the bone because I knew what had happened. I locked myself in my bedroom unable to control myself, I cried, I screamed, I blubbered and yelled. Then I cleaned myself up and drove out to say good-bye to my mom, who fell asleep in her bed the night she came home from the hospital and never woke up. We had her wake on Valentine's Day.
Not a second in time passes that I don't think of her. I was surprised when I accidentally stumbled upon this website and shocked when I found my mom here but now I am forever grateful that I did and believe it was fate for me to find her. My mom always said that she was afraid she would be forgotten. Thanks to this site and all of the wonderful people here, she will never have to worry about that.
Thank you to all who stop and visit my mom. Words could never express how truly appreciative I am for all of you.
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"The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly." -- Kahlil Gibran
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"Years may wipe out many things, but some they wipe out never ~ Like memories of those happy times when we were all together" --Glenda Emerson
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3~
If you have time please visit my mom's baby (dog). Zeus
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Notice from the Cleveland Plain Dealer
MARJORIE ANN CUIKSA (nee Bican), age 54. Beloved wife of John. Loving mother of Khaylayne and Ramona(Scott). Dearest grandmother of Lyndsay, Mhercaydes, Mhyryssa, Khaybri and Leighton. Great-grandmother of Kameron. Dearest sister of Rae Anne Bican (Alex). Marjorie is loved by all and will be missed by many.
Friends may call at THE BICAN BROS. FUNERAL HOME, 5215 FLEET AVE., THURSDAY FROM 2-4 AND 6-8 P.M., where services will be held at 8 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, the family suggests contributions may be made in her memory to The National Emphysema Foundation, 128 East Avenue, Norwalk, CT 06851.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3~
A very special Thank You to
~ TJ ~
for creating my mom's memorial.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3~
A very special Thank You to
~ Noname ~
for sponsoring my mom's memorial.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3~
A very special Thank you to
~ Major Chance ~
for the beautiful restoration of my mom's photograph.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3~
A very special Thank you to
~ Glenda ~
for the beautiful quote.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3~
A very special Thank You to
~ Sean ~
for the beautiful collage of photos.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3~
Mom & Dad's Wedding Anniversary:
February 23 ~
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Mom was given a Christian Baptism on the 16th of December, 1956 at the Broadway Methodist Church. Minister: Louis E. Bell ~
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My beautiful and amazing Mom~
Age 54 years
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I have wanted to write a bio for my mom since the day I found her memorial on this site. However, every time I begin to write my emotions get the best of me and I am unable to finish. Yet it saddens me that without one no one can read about how wonderful she was. So I thought I would start with some simple stuff about her.
My mom preferred to be called Margie not Marjorie. Her favorite color was pink, for everything! She loved butterflies (thus my profile name), roses (pink of course), opals, Bengal tigers, bunnies and chocolate. She loved the TV shows, Mash, Dallas, Big Chuck and Little John, Who Wants to be a Millionaire and of course her soaps. My mom loved visiting Las Vegas; it was her very favorite place to go. She had a soft spot for animals. My parents were very big donators to all animal causes (my father still is). Through the years we had many pets and each of them was very special and well taken care of. My mom loved her babies very much and when they passed due to illness or age she took it very hard. Since my mom's passing five of her babies have went to see her.
My mom was one of the most generous, compassionate and giving people I have ever met. For example, at Christmas time everyone received something. Her mailman, trash collectors, bus drivers, school teachers, neighbors who just happen to be outside. Basically anyone she came in contact with. She never forgot anyone ever and I have no clue how she managed to do it all. She was so amazing.
My mom's love for her family was unconditional and a constant. She did whatever she could do and more for all of us.
I had a high-risk pregnancy in 1999 and I was not allowed to do a whole lot including driving, but I still had weekly doctor appointments. My mom (who lived an hour away from me) drove out every week and took me to my appointment that was almost an hour from my house and never did she complain or even act as though it was an inconvenience for her. When my daughter was born, my mom was in the delivery room with me and she helped me name her. All of her grandchildren miss her terribly. She was such a huge part of their lives, all of our lives.
My third daughter was a grandma's girl. She couldn't get enough of her. She was 15 years old when she lost her grandma and she spoke about her at the funeral. She told a room full of family and friends about how hard it would be for her to go back to the house and not see her there. My mom had her own chair at the dining room table it went without saying that only she was allowed to sit there. My daughter, with a broken voice, mentioned the chair that would now forever be empty. She mentioned how much she would miss the sound her grandma's slippers made when she walked across the floor. We nodded in agreement and silently cried, we would miss that too.
My mom turned 54 in October of 2007. Days later I went to visit and do some cleaning. Her breathing had begun to worsen and she was unable to mop all the floors of the house so I took the liberty of doing it. She may not have been able to do it herself but she was able to follow behind me and let me know if I missed a spot! Ha-ha My Aunt (her sister) took my mom up to her Dr. Appointment while I stayed behind to finish up. When they came back my mom told me her Dr. wanted to admit her into the hospital because her oxygen was low. She was shocked and really so was I because this seemed to be one of her better days. She asked if I would go up with her when my dad got home from work and I said of course. When my mom was released from the hospital, she was put on oxygen. She hated it. For the first couple of weeks my mom believed she would get better and be able to go back to work. She only had a few months left before being eligible for her lifetime discount at Macy's. We thought she would get better too. It never happened though. She continued to get worse, having to be admitted back into the hospital several times.
On Sunday, February 10th my mom was discharged from the hospital for the last time. My girls and I were excited because we were going to visit her the next day. On the morning of the 11th my daughter (grandma's girl) wanted to call her grandma. I told her to wait because she was probably tired and we would be seeing her soon. My daughter was impatient and wanted to know when we would be going and I told her as soon as I was finished with my shower. When I got out of the shower my daughter told me that Auntie Rae had called and I said Okay. Then she said and Auntie Ramona called too (my sister). Those words, even now, chill me to the bone because I knew what had happened. I locked myself in my bedroom unable to control myself, I cried, I screamed, I blubbered and yelled. Then I cleaned myself up and drove out to say good-bye to my mom, who fell asleep in her bed the night she came home from the hospital and never woke up. We had her wake on Valentine's Day.
Not a second in time passes that I don't think of her. I was surprised when I accidentally stumbled upon this website and shocked when I found my mom here but now I am forever grateful that I did and believe it was fate for me to find her. My mom always said that she was afraid she would be forgotten. Thanks to this site and all of the wonderful people here, she will never have to worry about that.
Thank you to all who stop and visit my mom. Words could never express how truly appreciative I am for all of you.
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"The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly." -- Kahlil Gibran
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"Years may wipe out many things, but some they wipe out never ~ Like memories of those happy times when we were all together" --Glenda Emerson
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If you have time please visit my mom's baby (dog). Zeus
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Notice from the Cleveland Plain Dealer
MARJORIE ANN CUIKSA (nee Bican), age 54. Beloved wife of John. Loving mother of Khaylayne and Ramona(Scott). Dearest grandmother of Lyndsay, Mhercaydes, Mhyryssa, Khaybri and Leighton. Great-grandmother of Kameron. Dearest sister of Rae Anne Bican (Alex). Marjorie is loved by all and will be missed by many.
Friends may call at THE BICAN BROS. FUNERAL HOME, 5215 FLEET AVE., THURSDAY FROM 2-4 AND 6-8 P.M., where services will be held at 8 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, the family suggests contributions may be made in her memory to The National Emphysema Foundation, 128 East Avenue, Norwalk, CT 06851.
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A very special Thank You to
~ TJ ~
for creating my mom's memorial.
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A very special Thank You to
~ Noname ~
for sponsoring my mom's memorial.
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A very special Thank you to
~ Major Chance ~
for the beautiful restoration of my mom's photograph.
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A very special Thank you to
~ Glenda ~
for the beautiful quote.
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A very special Thank You to
~ Sean ~
for the beautiful collage of photos.
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