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Sep
07

Tribute to Ann Orman

Suze Orman’s “Southside Girl” passed away this week and when I sent my condolences, Suze immediately sent the obituary she wrote for the Chicago Sun Times right back to me. This is the mom that she was spending $25,000 a month on because her mother would never sign the application to allow Suze to buy long-term care insurance on her.  Before you read the moving obituary, take a look at this article in which Suze encourages people to buy long-term care insurance while they are still healthy enough to qualify. She candidly states she has not been able to get it on herself and I can verify that is true as I’m the agent who took her application. Suze is using her misfortune to help others as she tells this story:  http://www.suntimes.com/lifestyles/splash/14511877-418/suze-orman-reflects-on-a-missed-investment.html

 I hope this story also resonates with readers who think they are too wealthy to consider long-term care insurance. Suze Orman, one of the most influential Americans in recent years according to TIME magazine and many other sources, doesn’t think that. Now you can join Suze in celebrating the life of her mother, Ann.

Heading: My South Side Girl

The Chicago-born finance expert says a final goodbye to her mother, Ann Orman

One would think that after writing nine consecutive New York Times best sellers, it would be effortless for me to write an obituary for my own mother. But, alas, it is not. What does one say in a few paragraphs to encapsulate an entire lifetime? Does anyone even care that she is survived by my brothers, Bob and Gary, and Gary’s wife, Bonnie; my mom’s only grandson, Travis Orman, and his wife Jennifer; and great grandchildren, Amanda and Aaron, whom my mom loved more than life itself?

The other night, as we sat vigil over my mother’s bed, my mom’s younger sister, Thelma Notkin – who is 92 and three months ago lost her husband of 70 years – asked me, “Suze is it hard to see your mom like this?” I honestly answered, “No.” My mom was 97 and in her final years lived the most extraordinary life of anyone I have ever known. So, as I looked at her small and frail body, all l I saw was her beauty and grace, as she rested peacefully in her own bed, in her own apartment, surrounded by those who loved her. It was just as she wanted.

What would I want you to know about my mom? My mom was a strong, vibrant woman, who along with my father, Morry, taught me the three keys to success:  An Orman never gives up; fifty percent of something is better than 100 percent of nothing; and always value your own heart.

My mom and dad were so proud to be from the South Side of Chicago. They lived at 8137 Oglesby till I left the nest to go to college in 1970, when they moved to Hyde Park. Mom was a legal secretary and could type faster than the wind. I remember being about ten and clocking her at 120 words a minute. She could take shorthand and repeat back word for word anything I said, no matter how fast I spoke. She was also an Avon rep to help pay the bills, and to this day I have tremendous respect for the many women who do the same.

My dad, well many of you knew my dad; he fed thousands of you over the years at Morry’s Deli on 55th Street. The lines would go on forever, and I know because I worked there every day after school. When my dad died, hundreds of customers came to his funeral, because he was such a beloved fixture of Hyde Park. Now, 31 years later, there really is no one left but just a very few of us to go to my mother’s funeral and to celebrate her life.

I know Chicago always held a special place in her heart, even though, when she was 90, we decided to move her to Florida. She was so sad to leave, and all she ever talked about was one day being able to go back.

Just before she died she looked at me and asked if she should get dressed to go home. I replied, “Where is home, mom?”

And, of course, she said, “Chicago.”

 

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