Well, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.

I just realized as I sit here writing this, it hasn’t even been a week.

She died February 11th. My mom.

It was not a surprise, not a shock. She was 87 years old. She had been in a lot of pain, a lot of mental anguish and she was ready.

She’d had a good life. She traveled all over the world. She had a ‘love of her life.’ She volunteered extensively throughout the years, for which I’ve always respected and admired her. She was the best cook ever. She had so many friends, people who really loved her. She raised three kids, with all the ups and downs and highs and lows that entails and her grandkids loved her dearly.

We’d had our problems, she and I. We’d butted heads over the years, I suppose like many a mother and daughter do, but we let it go after a time and put it in the past.

I said my good-byes and I love you’s and it’s all good.  She knew I loved her and I know she loved me.

Her family misses and will continue to miss her, but she’s no longer in pain and we’re glad for that.

Some day I’ll post a few pictures of her.  I don’t have any pics of her in my computer nor do I have a scanner to scan them in.

Just thought I should let you know.