My mother passed away on August 4, 2009. When I went to Portland over the Fourth of July weekend, I knew it was getting close, and the family, my siblings and I, descended on Portland to figure out a plan to help my mom and my dad transition through this time. I spent a lot of July in Portland, and hours on the phone with my sister and brothers.
Even though we all knew that mom was probably not going to make it through the year, none of us expected it to come so fast. Mom told us that she was ready--her vision was almost completely gone, and her body kept her from doing even the simplest things for her self. That was the hardest for her.
She told us, but none of us knew it would come so fast. I am glad for her, that she didn't linger or suffer, but losing our mom is the hardest thing I have ever experienced. I feel like I didn't adequately tell her goodbye, or how much I loved her. I hope that she knows, I think that she does.
The photo is from the memorial pamphlet we made. She is fishing in the high meadows of her Uncle Bert's ranch in the Rockies in Colorado. We spent part of every summer there in the 50's and early 60's with her sisters and brother and my cousins and our grandparents. I hope that she is having good times like that now in Heaven.
I love you, Mom!
(I don't know why blogger highlighted the first few lines of text, I can't seem to make it go away)