A new normal

I am not really sure how to start this. So I guess I will just wade in and hope for the best.

My mother passed away in the early morning hours of March 24th. She and my father had gone East to visit my brother, sister-in-law, and the grandchildren. She had not been feeling well, but we all thought it was a stomach thing. As my father tried to talk her out of fixing her hair before heading to the ER, she slumped to the floor.

Heroic attempts were made to revive her, but they were unsuccessful.

And she is gone now. Just gone.

They left on a plane for an exciting visit to see loved ones and she is not coming back. My head understands, but my heart can't accept it. A dozen times a day I think of some small thing I want to tell her and reach for my phone, only to realize that I can't call her or text her.

She's gone. 

So I am scanning pictures of her, trying to take care of things the way I think she would want me to, and crying so much.

My blog is in a state of flux right now, like everything, so be patient. I am still figuring all of this out and it turns out this shit is hard.

Thank you for all the kind words, the kind deeds and your generous, understanding hearts.