My Mom passed on 29 December 2013.
Because our Family had been told she had two weeks to live seven other times, it came as a bit of a shock. At the same time, because we had been staring down the barrel of chronic illness — congestive heart failure, pulmonary hypertension, kidney failure, Stage 4 cancer (in the lady regions, one doctor actually told me)… I can’t remember everything right now. — since 1996, it was a relief.
All in all, it was fucking awful.
The most heartbreaking part of it was having to look the Daughter in the eye and tell her that the woman she loved maybe more than her Mom and I was gone. I don’t want to write more about it now, because I’m going to cry all over again. The Daughter is one of the most thoughtful, caring, considerate, loving people that I know. I believe she got a lot of that from my Mom.
We buried my Mom on 10 January 2014.
We told the kids (including the Niece and Nephew) that they could write a note to Grammy if they wanted… the Daughter was the only one who did.
That photo is what she wrote.