And so it was that Lillian Myggen, 90 years old, closed her eyes on Friday the 15th of January, 2016.
Born between two World Wars, creating an enchanted life with our father, Arne Myggen. It will take me about a year to tell their story, but we celebrated her life here at the Crooked Path for the past four years.
She would take walks about Los Olivos with her little white Terri/Poodle and was always telling me how helpful strangers were if the dog-leash got caught or there was a steep curb to negotiate. After a while some got to know her, some came to the garden and often had conversations with her during out concerts. She used to play play piano, building houses, tile pools, run our household, and support her husband in a way most men can only dream of these days.
A Thank-you-forever to the Hospice Team from Visiting Nurses, and to Felicia Cody, who became mother’s (and my) friend and coach through a tricky passage. My brother Finn and his wife, Carol came through and pulled off an incredible lunch-feast with Danish Specialty foods along with American Lasagna in the garden. Our family arrived from San Francisco and San Diego for the afternoon – and spoke of the woman and her husband who died 10 years ago as a glowing example of partnership, talent, faith, hard work and love.
After speeches in chocked-up voices and music by Magi Myggen, Frank Palmer, Eric Brittain, Ronn Cobb and Yours Truly, we drove to Figueroa Mountain where I blended my parents’ ashes and released them both into the Light.
It was a good sendoff.
Thank you all who came and special thanks to those who helped set up and clean afterwards.
Mom would have been proud.
Dad would have expected nothing less…