Sorry I've not been around lately. My mother took a rapid, dramatic turn for the worse right after my last post and died on August 4. We left our vacation place in VT for my family home in MO as soon as we got the news that she was deteriorating, but we were unable to get there in time. In fact, she went so quickly it was as if she had leapt off of a cliff. The hospital called to tell the folks at home to get there pronto; they live ten minutes from the hospital and got there literally as Mom drew her last breath. Although I could not be there, I'm heartened to know that she died surrounded by family.
In accordance with Mom's wishes, my father opted to forego any memorial service or even visitation. Her body went straight from the hospital to the crematorium. Dad did not wish to purchase an urn from the funeral home as it was very expensive, so the undertaker sealed her cremains in a box for us to pick up. That was a surreal experience, let me tell you. The undertaker sat a small cubical box on the table and said, "Here she is." My brothers and I just stared. When we finally came around enough to take the box to the car, my brother put the box in his grandson's car seat. I had an irresistible urge to strap the box in.
Those ashes will be divided up. She wished for part of her ashes to be buried with my father when the time comes, and the rest to be scattered on her mother's grave in a small churchyard in east TN. Unfortunately, no one recalls the location of that small churchyard. My remaining aunt has only a vague idea; she plans to check with her children to see if they remember.
Poor Dad is devastated. Today would have been their 53rd wedding anniversary. I'll call later to check on him.
I miss Mom, but at the same time I rejoice that she now is held in God's comfortable arms. She had a great deal of emotional as well as physical pain during her life. Now that suffering is over.
As I continue to gather my thoughts, I'll post more.