Today, I was in California, on an unfortunately extended visit; I’d flown an airplane from my home in NY, to return it to the owner & have a weeks vacation with my mom & dad.
That was on October 1; the unfortunate part is that while there, mom’s health spiraled down, and by the 5th, I was calling my siblings with a simple message: “It’s time to get out here.”
Mom held on long enough for all four of us to get to her, and we had some times when she was awake and lucid enough to share a few special moments together, but mostly at that point the painkillers were keeping her pretty foggy.
She died, five years ago today, and I still miss her, dammit.
Dammit mom, I miss you, what’d you have to go and do a silly thing like dying for?