Easter, 1967 with Mom, Dad and Joe
On January 17, my Mom passed away. She had recently been diagnosed with lung cancer, but truthfully I think she died from a broken heart. Mom just wasn't the same after my Dad, Joe passed away last April. Even though she complained about what a "poop" he was, she needed him just as much as he needed her. I miss our almost daily phone calls - she lived in Southern California. As a friend said, it's a different kind of lonely. There is relief in knowing that she is not suffering any longer, but I still long for our phone conversations. She always wanted to know what we were having for dinner - I'm guessing that the food in the Nursing Home was not up to par. I remember at Thanksgiving, she was so excited to hear about how big the turkey was, what kind of potatoes I was cooking, who was coming, etc. She needed to be a part of it all even though she was miles away.
We spent last week in So. California where we prepared for her Funeral Mass. I am so glad that we waited - we had our time to grieve back in January; now was the time to honor and celebrate her rich life. And rich it was, not financially, but rich in memories. As the days go by, it does get a little easier but I find myself picking up the phone to chat. I love you Mom and I'll miss you forever.