Kathie Gagne died 4,756 days ago.

Worry
April 29th, 2001 @ 12:15 pm

Towards the end of April 2001, I emailed mom a link to a fake news story at Über.nu titled Local Man Dies of Everything His Mother Ever Worried About.

She replied a few days later with:

 

Verrrrrry Funnnny!

Apparently, he didn’t actually listen to his mother. See what you have avoided over the years!!!

Love ya

 

It was such a simple little exchange. I remember laughing when reading the article and thinking that it sounded just like her. Now that I have my own son I cannot imagine how traumatic it must have been to be her when I was a teenager; I was constantly in the emergency room or detention or coming home three hours after she expected.

One thing I will say about mom: I was one of the few kids I knew that never had a “curfew”. She trusted me to keep her posted and not to lie about where I was, and I rarely did. She was always watching TV on the couch when I’d come home, though, no matter how late.

Masters in Social Psychology
April 23rd, 2001 @ 7:44 pm

In late April of 2001 my mom sent the following email to the graduate coordinator of the sociology department at the University of Florida. I have no idea if she ever received a response.

I know it’s really late to apply for the fall program, but I am interested in a Masters degree in Sociology with a Social Psychology emphasis. I graduated from UCF 12/98 with a BS in Social Sciences (concentrations in Sociology, Psychology, Political Science, and Public Administration/Criminal Justice). My final GPA was 3.55, with 59 credits at UCF at 3.95. The courses I completed are very closely aligned with the areas described on the socpsych page. My SAT scores, back when all we had were #2 pencils, were 655 verbal, 671 math, 753 English.

One of the reasons I want to go on to a master’s degree is the immense joy in learning that I rediscovered when I attended UCF. As a single parent, I raised two terrific Gators, managing with no college degree, very little child support, and lots of love. When my youngest took off for Gainesville, I thought about going back for my degree (in spite of the occasional nightmares about showing up for Sister Margaret Mary’s Shakespeare class totally unprepared that had plagued me for years!).

I was a little surprised and thoroughly delighted by the intensity of my experience. I was like an insatiable sponge. I think I missed about 5 classes in three years. I loved every minute, even to that indescribable perfume permeating new textbooks (only when there were no used books available!).

I graduated the same year that my daughter graduated from UF, and I immediately began to think about graduate school. By that time, I was hooked on UF. My two children lived in town at the time, so I sold my house, got a new job, and headed to Gainesville. Getting settled in, given a serious family illness, a new job, and a search for a home, was a little more than I bargained for, and this spring is the first time I have been able to take a breath and remember why I moved here. So, I finally cranked up my computer (it really does have a crank.) and here I am.

I have been supervising/managing customer service for about 20 years, and I would like to apply an advanced degree in business, teaching, or research (or some combination thereof). I believe I have a lot to offer. I spend a lot of time teaching and motivating adults to be better and go farther than they thought they could, and I’m good at it. I am, by nature, I think, a teacher. I am also a communicator, a process improvement guru, a facilitator, a thinker, and a doer.

I may not fit into the traditional student mold, but I would like to get my master’s at UF.

Where do we go from here?

Flight Details
April 3rd, 2001 @ 6:34 pm

My mother sent me this email, with the subject line “get those flight arrangements to me”:

So, my love,

Here goes. Hope this works. Sorry it’s not a literary gem, but I’m beat. Long, hard day.

Speaking of Easter, I’m not sure where we’ll be having Easter dinner – which does not mean to make plans elsewhere because your pina 1 comes with family stuff.

If I remember how to make it.

I love you lots and lots and lots. Bring me a souvenir. I can’t get [my sister] to get one from Chicago, so I guess you’re it.

Smile. Love you!!!!!
Mom


1 Pina is an Easter bread that my mom made. It was absolutely delicious and she only ever made it for Easter Sunday.

Looney Tunes
March 21st, 2001 @ 12:00 pm

It’s funny the things you remember sometimes. Mom was a huge fan of Looney Tunes, especially Daffy Duck and the Tasmanian Devil. They really cracked her up and I loved that about her.

In the Spring of ’01 she sent me a greeting card with Taz on the front screaming, “MMFBURRUMP-PHUMMGGLLUBB!” and inside printed, “That’s “Taz” for congratulations!” and the following note. She must have enclosed some political cartoons and photos, but those were long ago lost or shuffled into other piles of paper. Shia Khan was her beloved cat that I couldn’t stand.

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Television Commercial
December 19th, 2000 @ 8:27 pm

If you lived in the Gainesville / Ocala Florida COX Cable market you would have had a chance to see mom on television. She was in the COX Happy Holidays commercial, sitting at her desk and waving at the camera.

I wrote about it on my personal site.

EarthLink
October 21st, 2000 @ 6:28 pm

On a late Saturday afternoon in the Fall, a year before 9/11, my mother sent me the following email, with the subject line “my new email address”:

Ta Da!

If you have received this epistle, I am connected to Earthlink and somehow sending email through Outlook. I think. Anyway, save the address.

Changing isps is way too hard for me to do it again soon.

I hope I remember to cancel MSN . . .

Love you lots and lots.

If you don’t want to talk about stuff, now you can email me.

LOVE, mom

For some reason that I cannot imagine, it took me four days to reply. I sent her this on October 25th at 6:17 PM:

well … how often do you think you’ll check this eMail address?

The next morning, on October 26th at 11:20 AM, she wrote me:

Pretty often. I’m really excited about my new earthlink account. I plan to get some things done on the web that I didn’t know how to do before.

So, keep sending me emails.

I love you,

Mom

After the Fact
September 18th, 2000 @ 2:05 pm

2000.09.18.noteAs soon as I moved to Los Angeles, Mom started to send me articles about the Gators which she clipped from The Gainesville Sun. Sometimes she’d toss in a few Peanuts comics or a sticker, little things like that. And always a note. Here is the note she included after we beat Tennessee 27-23 in Knoxville, a week and a half after I arrived in LA:

 

9/18

David,

I thought you might like to see these — even if it’s after the fact …

There are a million things I would like to say to you, all kinds of words of wisdom I wish I could find. All I know is that, if you stay true to your heart and what you know is good and just, you’ll find your way, whatever the road.

Just remember how wonderful you are and how much you are loved.

Mom.

PS — and have fun :)

 
How Blessed Am I
February 28th, 1999 @ 12:00 pm

Feb. 28, 1999
Jen came home yesterday. We took Mom to Epiphany because it was the anniversary of the day Dad died. Thirteen years. Jen was only ten. What an incredible woman she is now, so full of love and life, giving and nurturing, funny and wise. How blessed am I to have her in my life!

Today, while I was at work, she nailed a board on the back of the kitchen door. And she cleaned out and rearranged the pantry to make things easier for me. And she washed the dishes and the floor with cold water. And she bought the dogs biscuits and put a Goofy window sticker up on the window over the sink.

I hate it when she leaves; sometimes I get scared I’ll never see her again. I still remember thinking that about Dad the day before he died. How infinitely much more painful it would be if anything ever happened to Jen.

I want so much for her. Please, oh, please, let there be someone wonderful out there for her, someone who will understand how ineffably precious she is and who will cherish her all the days of their lives. Please let her have the gift of children who will treasure her as I treasure her. And, if I can, let me see it and know it and rejoice with her.

My wonderful girl child woman. Jen.
Jenny, you are the best of us!

I love you so much!

These Children of Mine
January 4th, 1999 @ 12:00 pm

This journal entry is dated January 4, 1998, but it’s sandwiched between entries from November of 1998 and February of 1999, so I think it’s safe to say mom just inadvertently wrote the wrong year.
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Wonderfulness
November 30th, 1998 @ 12:00 pm

This is a journal entry from one of mom’s old notebooks. It is curiously missing a day from its date. Who doesn’t write the day when dating a journal entry? (I wonder if mom was having some sort of cognitive issues even then.)

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