A Tribute to Lottie Eisenbarth.
January 12, 1939 – January 15, 2014
The Secret Ingredient
I was sitting in my mother-in-laws living room the other morning after her passing. The sun was shining through the peach colored polyester curtains. The stillness and silence in the house was unusual, for there was often CHAT radio station playing softly in the kitchen, a dog barking to warn of the imminent advance of someone in the yard, or the gentle breeze pushing her laundry around on the porch clothesline.
I can’t believe she’s gone.
Hard years had passed for Lottie the last while, and we thought that a time of renewal and family connection was in store for all of us. Time can sneak the future moments away under your feet when least expected.
Unjustness is truly what it is.
The universe is made up of millions of little decisions every day. They are really trivial decisions. When a life ends, all these little decisions become unimportant and insignificant compared to the loss of what really matters; a unique, kind and warm soul.
Looking around at the knick-knacks in the living room reminds me how different my own mother was to Lottie. Every nook and cranny in Lottie’s living room is filled with gifts and pictures of her family. I lost my mom 18 years ago – a long time to wade around the world with no guidance; but I had Lottie, and even though she had the type of parenting style that talked incessantly to prove her viewpoint; her kindness, generosity and unconditional love could stand against any catholic saint.
When I needed a recipe and couldn’t quite figure out how to make an entree or dessert, I’d pick up the phone and call Lottie; a great resource of home comforts! It always resulted in a somewhat long conversation on the solution with me rolling my hands in air in circles to speed things up so I could get to the task at hand. I remember the time I asked her for the recipe for the kid’s favorite, double chocolate mint cookies. After I made the recipe, I figured there was an ingredient missing. That special something that made her cookies taste better than mine…… the ingredient was Grandma Love. Grandma Love was the secret ingredient in all her meals. It is that ingredient she passed on tirelessly to feed and groom her kids into the people here today. They made her proud and you could see the love shining in her eyes when she looked at all her grandkids.
She was a remarkable soul and she filled my mother’s absence perfectly.
Thank you Lottie ….
I will miss you dearly.
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