That’s what my late mother-in-law told my dear husband on his last visit in November on the occasion of Anyu’s 96th birthday. I remember thinking at the time, hmmm, how will she do that? But knowing she was a powerful lady I thought she just might be privy to some inside information and would somehow some way let us know before the fact.
Fast forward four months. Sadly Anyu broke her leg and although the operation was a success, we believe she just gave in and gave up. She stopped eating. I guess she had had enough. Born in 1912 in Hungary, living through WW2, the revolution in 1956 & the Communist regime must not have been a piece of cake to say the least.
When DH called the doctor to see how long his Mom had left, he replied: I can’t tell you exactly; it could be two days or two months. We did not clue in at the time, but there was Anyu’s two days’ notice.
When I went to sleep on March 4th she came to me in a dream, wearing a crown of beautiful flowers, looking lovely and smiling beatifically. In a second dream we got the phone call that she had died. I comforted Ben and when I walked into my kitchen, still in my dream, there stood my mother-in-law thinking, my work is cut out for me here. She loved nothing more than to cook and to clean. I told my husband my two dreams in the morning & he said it was nice that she was communicating with me. Then the phone rang; it was Hungary telling Ben his mother had just died.
We went to Budapest for the funeral. It was a simple, moving, lovely ceremony for a strong, courageous woman in her 97th year.
RIP, Cecilia Habereiter Karolyne.