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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Carol Slay Burgess Keene, 88 years old, born on July 16, 1936, and passed away on July 23, 2024. We will remember her forever.
July 31
Thankyou for the update of your mother.you are all still on my mind.please keep in touch.
lots of love,aunt Maryjane.
July 25
Dear Tom, Raymond and Donna,
So sorry for the loss of your Mother. Even though it has been many years since I have seen her and all of you, you have always been in my thoughts through the years.
The loss of a Mother is sad and painful. May your memories of the good times and her love of you all bring you peace.
Jack Keene
July 25
This is from Jack Keene

Many nights I remember laying in bed and listen to her playing the piano 
July 24
Miss Carol…I never met you. But I know you were a strong person and Mother. I know that from my first meeting with my two brothers Tom and Mike and my sister Donna just this past June. They were all so wonderful and welcoming to me and made me feel as a long lost sister to them.

Miss Carol you did a wonderful job in raising them. I know you were proud of them in their own way and accomplishments.

Miss Carol be at peace now. Your journey is fulfilled.

Much love to you and your family.

Michelle

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July 31
Thankyou for the update of your mother.you are all still on my mind.please keep in touch.
lots of love,aunt Maryjane.
July 25
Dear Tom, Raymond and Donna,
So sorry for the loss of your Mother. Even though it has been many years since I have seen her and all of you, you have always been in my thoughts through the years.
The loss of a Mother is sad and painful. May your memories of the good times and her love of you all bring you peace.
Jack Keene
July 25
This is from Jack Keene

Many nights I remember laying in bed and listen to her playing the piano 
Recent stories
Dearest Mother
Here we are sitting together, be it on horseback, the old international truck, the tractor, the hay wagon, the snow sleigh, the old ford pick up... those are just a small part of the good memories I have. 
I have never forgotten your amazing flower gardens, they will always be with me. I'll never forget hearing you play the piano and singing after we had all gone to bed. I remember learning to play to be like you. I'll never forget the holidays we shared. 
I remember your face, feel your kisses. I feel all of your dreams inside me.  Your strength, your determinations, your passions, and yes your stubbornness of which I proudly wear. 
The last time I saw you, we were outside on the patio in Santa Anna California. You were like a child looking at me curiously and talking, you were cold and I wanted to hold you. 
I've always been with you, with Tom, with Mike and with Jack.  Standing behind you and beside you.
I can still hear you singing today.
I pray that you know we all love you and look forward to being together again. 
Thank you for bringing us along with your dreams and passions.
Your loving daughter,  Donna.

Memories

July 24
Mom, sometimes I wish you could come back, but I don't want you to suffer again. I know you are with me and I will always love and miss you with all my heart.

My mother is a never ending song in my heart of comfort, happiness and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune.
There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart.

The hardest thing to say is Goodbye

July 24
Ten years ago, I wasn't ready to let Mom go.

She was suffering from her illness and was unable to care for herself.
She wanted to die.
It was impossible to help care for her living so far away, so I loaded her into the car, packed a bag for her and brought her to my home.
She needed far more care than I could provide. I was also struggling with my own health and needed to find a full-time professional skilled nursing facility for mom.
We located a nursing/rehab facility about 30 miles away. Mom was initially on hospice which ended after two years.
We visited once or twice a week for four years, and I got to ask her all the things I hadn't dared ask for my entire life.
I asked her about her childhood and family. I asked her about the details of when she met my father and why they had such a troubled marriage.
Even though time has taken her mind and she can no longer answer questions, I'm so appreciative of the time we spent together.
She is once again ready to go, and this time, I'm ready to say goodbye and let her go.
Rest in peace my beloved mother.

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