I shall be in and out for a few days.
My mother died late Thursday afternoon eight years short of a century.
She is released from the prison of Alzheimer’s.
Now we are occupied in bringing home the grandkids and great grandkids, who are scattered across the land, and giving them a chance to say farewell.
Waste no sympathy on me.
I am not grieving.
My grieving has been done, done in the years of watching and visiting the person who used to be.
She is freed
As my girlfriend said most eloquently, it was time for her soul to be free, free to find a new home.
And life goes on . . . . .