Like everyone else, John and Lorraine Madge had ups and downs in life. They loved and respected each other for sixty-three years, motivated by the idea that the hard times only made them stronger. Theirs is a simple yet inspiring story, told here by their sixth child, Amy, who faithfully cared for them in the nal years of their lives, ultimately helping them cross over to the other side to meet God.

Beginning with her parents’childhoods, Amy chronicles John and Lorraine’s journeys through life as they grew up and eventually joined their lives in marriage. As they brought seven children into the world and enjoyed all that life had to offer, the couple also endured struggles, including illness and the loss of a child. While sharing applicable Scripture, Amy details their nal years on Earth, not only providing an inspirational glimpse into her role as their caregiver, but also into the loneliness that accompanied her personal journey as she grieved the loss of the most important people in the world to her.

Memories of My Parents is a faith- lled story of love shared with the hope that compassionate caregivers will always know they are not on this path alone.

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Amy E. Madge works as a medical secretary and is the author of The Adventures of Kwungee and Uba Dooba Boy. She lovingly cared for her parents in the nal years of their lives. Amy currently lives in Westwood, Massachusetts.

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Also by Amy E. MadgeThe Adventures of Kwungee and Uba Dooba Boy, published by Publish America

Memories of

Amy E. Madge

My Parents

Copyright © 2012 Amy E. Madge

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Inspiring Voices rev. date: 10/31/2012

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Contents

Illustrations . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xiiiIntroduction . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xvParents’ Childhoods . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1As a Couple . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9Creating a Family . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11My Brother’s Passing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19My Mother’s Passing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 21My Father’s Passing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 27The Aftermath. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 37Family. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43Conclusion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 47About the Author . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 49

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Memories of My Parents is dedicated to my late parents, John and Lorraine Madge, the best parents anyone could ask for.

I would also like to dedicate this book to my late brother, Bradley John Madge; to my brothers Kirk, Randall, and Craig Madge; to my sisters, Heather Hansen and Johanna Madge; to my nieces and nephews; and to the generations of Madges yet to come.

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After the loss of my brother and parents, with the encouragement of friends and a grief counselor, I started writing my folks’ story.

I found it therapeutic to express what I was feeling and to write my parents’ story. I remember spending many nights in caregiver mode after working a full day. After getting my parents settled, I used to sit down and wish I had someone to talk to or material to read written by someone in my shoes. I still feel that way today.

Exodus 20:12 says, “Honor your father and your mother that your days may be long in the land that the Lord God is giving you.” This verse is very powerful to me. Our parents are a gift from God. They should be honored and cherished. They are our teachers.

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My parents’ story is simple. They were not rich or famous and did not dine with presidents or senators, but they were my

parents—the most important people in the world to me.I wrote down my memories of my parents because I believe their

story needs to be told. What they endured in their marriage, the loss of a child, illness, and the longevity of their marriage are only parts of the story. I want their life here on earth to be written down and passed down for generations to come.

My parents were the best. I feel like I was the luckiest girl in the world to have had them for parents. I have always said, “I hope everyone feels the way I feel about my parents.” They loved each of us unconditionally. Through them, I learned that love is not just a word; it means that sometimes you have to say no and stand up for what you believe is right even if that means standing alone. And most of all, through them I learned the importance of family.

They were part of the greatest generation. They married shortly after Dad came home from the war. Before going off to serve his country, he had slipped a ring on Mom’s finger and asked her to wait for him. The rest, as they say, is history.

I have never seen another love like theirs—not even in the movies. They were truly soul mates. Did they always hold hands and kiss in

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public? No, they did not. Their actions spoke louder than words. They respected each other, and that was evident in the way the carried themselves individually and as a couple. Theirs was a silent love, and they had a strong admiration for each other. They were married sixty-three years, a milestone that unfortunately is not seen much in today’s world. Was their marriage perfect? Of course not. They had their ups and downs like everyone else. But those hard times made them stronger. They grew to love and respect each other all the more by going through

those times.My dad, John Madge, was born on February 24, 1923, in Buffalo,

New York, while his parents were immigrating to the United States. He just barely managed to be born a US citizen. He was raised in Hyde Park, Massachusetts. He was the oldest of four children. Because of the era he

lived in, a lot of responsibility was placed on his shoulders. His parents divorced when he and his siblings were young. Back then, divorce was not supposed to happen. Before the divorce, Dad was an ordinary kid, hanging out with his friends, playing street hockey, and doing his paper route every day. Then came the divorce, and Dad worked to help support his mother and siblings. This was quite difficult for him—taking on an adult responsibility so young. He did it for the love of his family. My grandmother reluctantly had to accept the situation and let him do this.

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She wanted her children to be kids, but with the times being what they were, she had no choice. At about the age of sixteen, Dad took a job with the railroad. I don’t know how he finished high school along with working to help support his family, but he did.

Dad was raised to believe that men don’t show emotion and are supposed to be strong. One story he shared with me took place when he was in elementary school. Dad was being bullied by a boy named Sammy. He came home crying, and his dad asked him why he was crying. When he told his father why he was crying, his father told him, “Boys don’t cry.” He was told to leave and not to come back until he had confronted Sammy. He left the house, found Sammy, and bullied him. Taking the lesson a step farther, he continued to bully Sammy. His dad found out what was going on, and he got disciplined for being the bully. It was quite a lesson to learn at a young age, one that he instilled in all of us: stand up for yourself, but do it in an honorable way. When World War II started and it was time to stand up and fight for his country, he did not think twice about it. “It was something that you just had to do,” he always said when asked about it. “It was my duty.”

My dad was definitely the stricter of my parents, so I found it quite funny to hear stories of Dad not always being on the straight and narrow. His late sister, my aunt Noreen, loved telling us kids how Dad and his late brother (my uncle Jim) used to horse around and get in trouble.

There is the story of Dad and his brother getting a nickel from their mom and being told to go down to the local store to buy a loaf of bread. My uncle talked my dad into melting the nickels down in one of their mom’s frying pans, because they thought they could make two nickels. Another time, both of them got umbrellas and jumped off the roof of the house, because they thought they would float down like feathers. What a surprise it was for them when they both fell quickly to the

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