Sunday mourning

Two of my favorite beings in the world, my mom and Luke (her grandkitty). And now they’re back together.

No regular post today. As you read this, I’m probably on the road back to my home after several days spent in Fort Smith, where my mom died Saturday morning after being moved to hospice Thursday night. I’d rather wallow for a month or so, but she wouldn’t want that. Instead, I’ll write and work and come back for the memorial service. That’s how she wanted it. But be whimsical today? I think she’d understand why I can’t.

I’ll leave the comment function on (partly because I haven’t figured out how to turn it off), but I likely won’t answer for a day or so. Thanks for understanding.

9 thoughts on “Sunday mourning

  1. I am sorry to read this. She must have been a remarkable woman to raise a daughter like you. It isn’t easy to lose a parent whether or not it is expected or unexpected. When we visited with my father one month before he died, we could tell that he was not at all well. He was weak and needed a lot of rest. He had trouble staying warm and didn’t have enough energy to dance any longer. I wasn’t surprised when my sister called me one month later to tell me he had died. Since my father lived in San Antonio, Texas, we had a much longer drive (six hundred miles) than you did.

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