On Saturday, April 9, 2016, my mother passed away. She had been recovering from breast cancer for nearly a year and laid down for a nap to die in her sleep.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of chaos and tasks. The funeral had to be arranged. Family had to be gathered. Finances had to be looked into. There was no time to rest, no true time to stop.
Now the funeral is over. Family is leaving. Finances still need work, but nothing can truly be done until the Death Certificate comes in a few weeks.
Now I have time to be alone, time to realize that she is gone. In this life I shall not hear her voice again, I shall not see her smile, feel her hugs. Saturday my mother died, today I lost her.
