Today marks one week since my mom passed away. She was 86 and would have been 87 later this month.
Dave and I were fortunate in that we were able to be there for the service, but unfortunate in the fact that we were en route when she took her last breath. We were able to say our final farewells, however, later that day at the funeral home. They did a fantastic job at taking care of the arrangements my siblings had requested.
Mom has one sister that we know of who is still alive. She is now the
last living aunt that we have from either side of the family. I am in
touch with her daughter though and we learned a lot from her about Mom's
early years.
I'm surprised that I didn't cry at the service, but that morning when I woke up, I felt such a sense of happiness and relief that she was no longer in pain and was with her brother, Freddie in heaven who was killed in WWII. We found out two days before she passed that she had lung cancer and that it had spread and was terminal. Why it wasn't found earlier, I don't know.
Now it's just us kids. I hope we can all stay in touch. I'm scared that we won't but I will try my hardest so that we don't drift apart like so many families do when the one who was holding them together, is no longer there. I'm the only one who lives out of state, so I guess I'll be doing a lot of calling, although for the life of me, I don't know what I'll talk about.
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