Me, Mom, my sister Jo
I am still trying to process what happened this weekend. On Thursday, I drove to Burelson, Tx where my sister lives, for a few days visit. On Saturday, April 14, I spoke at the Yellow Rose RWA chapter on 'The Hero's Journey via TITANIC.' There were several members I have known for years online, and it was wonderful to finally meet Ashley Kath-Bilsky and Caroline Clemmons.
On Friday, however, my mother was hospitalized with pneumonia. This was the third time in a year she was in the hospital for pneumonia. I knew she was sick, and was glad she finally went to the hospital. I decided to cut my trip short and go home on Sunday instead of Monday. Before I could do so, my brother called me at 4:30 Sunday morning to tell my that my mother had passed away. My sister drove back to Houston with me on Sunday. Jo and I went to the funeral home today to make the arrangements. We went to her house (which she shares with my brother) to get her clothes and pick up a few personal items. We spent the evening going through photographs to pick 50 for the video the funeral home will make of mom's life. What fun that was, I mean, really, it was...looking back at pictures, the fun, the holidays, the goofy ones you don't want anyone to see, the ones you forgot about, the memories they evoked.
I'm tired, but can't sleep. I am still numb. My mother was a strong, stubborn woman. She was not perfect. If she got pissed at you, she usually stayed pissed for a long, long time (just ask my sister
). But she lived through more than her share of hard times, physical, emotional and spiritual. She was a rock, too. In the past year, she has been through a lot physically and I think she was just sick and tired of being sick and tired. She did not have the strength to do the things she wanted to do: garden, cook, shop, go places and be active.
I will get through this week (funeral is set for Saturday), I will get through next week, and the week after that....but life will not be the same, because my mom isn't here for me to talk to, to laugh with or to have lunch with (as we did nearly every Thursday).
I love you, mom. Rest in peace, plant God's garden, and run in the surf!