Going Home

My mom passed away on August 6.  She was 96.  But it was still a surprise!  I talked to her at 3 that afternoon and by midnight she had gone Home.  She had actually sounded really upbeat that afternoon.  We bemoaned the ending of the Olympics.  She was going to get her hair done on Monday.  She was still “with it”, though often bored and lonely.  She still lived in her home.  My three siblings all lived nearby.  But now she’s gone. Last night Lynne and I were looking at… Continue reading Going Home