Tomorrow will mark eight long years since my Mother left this plane of living and moved to a higher level of being. Some would call it heaven. I like to call it a far away vacation.

This incredible woman named Francine Lee Falkow, was born April 16, 1938 on the island known as Bronx, NYC, to a Russian immigrant Father and a second generation, American born Mother.

An only child, due to the problems with Rh negative blood factor pregnancies, (there was a lost child before and after her birth), Francine grew up in a household that was idyllic. Two parents who adored each other and her. It made for a trio of perfection.

Treated like the true princess she was, my Mother never missed a beat to bat her gorgeous green eyes at the boys, until the day she died. This was a woman who enjoyed being a girl. Doing girl things. In the days when she grew up, it was quite ok to be as frilly and girly as you wanted to be. After all, you had to catch a good husband.

She was smart in addition to her looks though, and just collecting a husband wouldn’t do. She studied at Drake University, rooming with a friend who apparently wasn’t that nice. Good wing woman material to find a husband. 😂

The phone rang on the 11th of May in 1956, with the news of her Father’s passing. And after that, she came home to continue her education and to keep her lonely and broken hearted, forty six year old Mother company.

She met my Father not long after that. Funny, I never asked her or him where they met. How do you never ask your parents that question? But I digress. They met somewhere obviously, and married in August of 1957.

She was a beautiful bride.

Eight years later they divorced.

I used to spend mornings watching her out on her makeup. Everything so expertly applies. This was a real woman. In the Elizabeth Taylor sense of the word. Baudy, strong, independent, and everything you’d expect of a woman with brains and beauty.

I was so jealous of her gorgeous green eyes. They were like two shimmering emeralds staring at you. I can only imagine the men those eyes won over.

All I really know is she loved me and was proud of me. She called me every morning at 9:30am to make sure I made it to work ok. Those calls occasionally annoyed me at their regularity. We spoke 5-10 times a day, depending on the day. Sometimes it was just to tell a joke or call to hang up on each other. We were two comedians in a pod.

8 years. 8 seconds. It doesn’t matter. Missing you cannot be measured by time. It is infinite and always will be.

What I wouldn’t give for one more, slightly annoying 9:30am call.

Francine Lee Falkow

April 16, 1938 to March 31, 2010


Author: Mindy Verson

Spouse. Cancer Thriver. Humanitarian.

5 thoughts on “WWMDo”

  1. Sweetheart, I read the blog earlier today when you first posted. I found it to be on target, except for Mattie- She was really bad! When Mom came Bach from sitting Shiva for Grandpa Ben, She met with stares!

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  2. Mindy,
    What wonderful tribute to your mother, a woman who clearly left a indelible mark on your heart and soul. Thank you for bringing us her life. What a wonderful spirt she was.
    My mom will be gone 3 years next month, at times with the pain and longing, feels like only 3 days. I recall the beautiful message of support you gave to me right after she passed.
    Your words helped prepare me and also honestly tell me that I would never be the same again. You were right.
    Sending you love and peace as you continue your journey, knowing that she is by your side every step of the way.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words. And for your friendship these past many years. Though we may live far apart, I’ve always felt the love you guys have inside you as well. A shining example of how it’s supposed to be.

      I hated being brutally honest to you about your Mom. But it seems more cruel to say you’ll get over it in time. And now knowing, would you really ever want to? That would mean negating a love and influence so strong and good that you’d have an empty space in your heart. This way, that space is open and the memories come and go as they please. Freely bringing love as they enter and exit your mind. ❤️


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