My mother, Edna Reynolds, just passed last night. It was unexpected. I was supposed to see her today but I got a call from my sister that she had a sudden heart attack in the hospital. She was 80 years old. I expected her to live longer than that. She was getting noticeably old but she was still mentally agile and while she had some problems walking unassisted, she still drove herself around town. You never know when you will lose people in your life, so try not to take them for granted.
Edna was born in San Diego, a town that she loved, but when her mother divorced my grandfather, she moved to the family ranch in Sebastopol, Ca. A town I would later live in for a while, myself. She grew up in Sonoma County where she met my dad. They had me but later divorced. I lived with her and I credit her with a lot of my personality. She was a very nice person and was not abusive or hard to deal with. She was very supportive. I consider myself lucky. I know not everyone has it that easy.
When she divorced my dad we moved to San Diego where her father lived. He owned an apartment complex in South Park, near downtown. It’s still there. We lived in various places like Little Italy and Ocean Beach. Eventually, we moved to South Park where she met my stepdad and got married. He was in the Navy so we traveled around. The first place we moved to was Oahu, Hawaii. I went to Pearl Harbor elementary.
She became my cub scout mom then. She took our troop to all these cool places around Oahu. When I was an adult we would often have lunch around San Diego, places she wanted to try. I enjoyed her company. She was someone I liked being around. She never nagged me or told me how to behave after I grew up. When I was a kid I think she was reasonably stern when it was needed, but I wasn’t that much trouble as a child. I was the oldest in the family so as the big brother I tried to set an example.
Every San Diego Con I attended, I would send a few days after with her and my sisters. She and my brother Mike would often have lunch in the Gaslamp all through the 2000s and up till around 2014. Here’s my mom at brother in 2005 at The Field, downtown.
She was a dreamer in some ways, and I got a lot of that from her. Many of the things she wanted to do didn’t pan out, but I think she was happy in the end. I feel blessed to have had her as my mother. Thanks for listening.