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Hidden : 11/24/2006
Difficulty:
1.5 out of 5
Terrain:
2 out of 5

Size: Size:   regular (regular)

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Geocache Description:

The container is a mostly camouflaged Rubbermaid container, with the usual trinkets for trade, and either a Geocaching lanyard or a Geo-suncatcher for the FTF. Please re-hide well!

I place this cache in honor of my mother’s birthday.

The youngest of three children, she born on Thanksgiving Day; her sister remembers sitting at the table eating rabbit stew, and then being sped off to the neighbor's house because the baby was coming. At the age of 8, she was put into foster care, after her mother left and her father was cited for neglect of the children. Unlike her siblings, she was adopted and lived in a stable home, and lived an overall normal life. Her mother went on to have two more children, half-siblings that my mother never met.

A life-long smoker, when she was 53, she was diagnosed with lung cancer, stage 3, incurable and inoperable. It seems each medical report I saw ended with this statement: the prognosis is indeed poor. Yet, she survived. She would see her doctor, now and again, and not without a small amount of pride he diagnosed her with “getting old.” She lived long enough to attend his funeral.

COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease), Arthritis, and ultimately Congestive Heart Failure (and their corresponding medications) were her constant companions, and yet she continued to work as a teacher’s aide for children with learning disabilities, right up until the day she went into the hospital on June 20, 2005.

One of her co-workers (who coincidentally taught both me and one of my brothers earlier in her career) wrote this about her:

Betty was a special woman. She had a wry sense of humor and an uncommon way of cutting to the heart of an issue. She loved a good party, a good drink, a good book. .*.*.*. Her courage didn’t shout. Rather it was a quiet voice at the end of the day saying “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

And so, I place this cache to honor her, on this, the 74th anniversary of her birth, and the 1st anniversary of her passing.

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