Their final moments were equally distinctive: they not only passed on, usually peacefully, sometimes unexpectedly, but also “but this isn’t an airing of grievances” (included not once but four times!).“a symbol that she was connected to and known by was that of the mushroom”.“organized a family and friends float for Mardi Gras every year, ‘Too Sexy Krewe’, which magnified the big heart of love and compassion had for others”.“often he would entertain us with his little jingles”.“now pulling for the best team of all, the Saints in Heaven.”.
“she beat back and recovered from strokes heart attacks blood clots an ileostomy infections and her husband burning down their house with an unattended citronella candle…she did see the Saints win the Superbowl”.“she won a beauty contest in her hometown”.“she could be counted on to bring the ham, deviled eggs and pick the fight of which child was the prettiest (hers)”.she was “known for…her eclectic Northern Italian Cooking”.“his children never went without fresh vegetables or ice cream”.“her family dinners would last for hours”.“she was the family potato salad maker”.They had varied talents and diverse roles: Popie “known by the press and team members as ‘The Tiny Tarpon Torpedo’.”.A brother called “Man” and a husband called “BossMan”.So, in memory of my mother, here are some of those who shared today’s obit page with William, who never really had a nickname. But she also reveled-and how could she not? - in the nicknames, descriptions, and lovingly weird language of New Orleans obits. In part, that was the genealogist in her: studying family networks, connecting surnames, parsing relationships. I thought of my mother who always enjoyed the obituaries. I called to get it switched because I think my father wanted the bearded version to be the main one, but I have the little boy in my mind’s eye. I checked for William’s obituary in the paper today.
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