I contacted several of the newspapers that Mom had asked us to notify and every one of them charges. So I found a free site and put her obit out there. It will stay for ninety days and if anyone does a google search on her name, they will find it.
Today marks the first milestone - one week ago Mom passed. It still seems surreal. I keep expecting to hear her call my name. Usually in the evenings she would go to bed - really early around 7:30 and so I would keep the house quiet so she could sleep. I'd be upstairs reading or writing and hear her get up around 10 and go out to the kitchen and make a cup of tea and some toast. I'd go downstairs and we'd talk about a dream she had or something funny I had read or seen on tv or she would tell me a story she'd told me a dozen times before. She loved telling stories. Sometimes she would just sit at the table and cry. I'd try to leave her alone, give her some space. I think she really missed living her life. All her friends were dead or dying and she didn't have the social life she once did. She complained about getting old and being too tired for anything and really thought the surgery would benefit her. It did until she broke her hip and got the infection in her arm. Then things snowballed from there.
The weather has changed overnight. We're in the 20s and it's windy. I don't like the cold and darkness of winter. Kelly called me last night to say she was eating outdoors and it was in the 70s. Nice! Dreaming of my week in Miami now! Just eleven more days until I'm in basking in sunshine and warmth. Maybe all those old folks who flock to the south in winter have a good idea there! Right now I have to make some coffee and see what this day holds at the office. Forcing myself to go in and work there today just to get out of the house for awhile.
Hope everyone has a good memory today.
I thought I was holding it together pretty well until last night. The store was really quiet as it was snowing pretty hard so I was sent out to straighten shelves. Did fine until I got to the jelly/jam section. I saw the orange marmalade and got all choked up. She always loved that on her toast as well as apple butter. I was able to go home early. Can't even imagine how hard it must be for you, Sue, being around all of her things. Feel free to swing by Chicago anytime. A messy house and some adoring nephews and niece are always here to welcome you ;)
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