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My mother passed away one week ago. She had cancer and was in a bad state with an inoperable tumor blocking her esophagus, but the flu is what killed her.
Death is often complicated, and for various reasons, my mother's passing was no different. J was with me until yesterday, and his presence, along with a bout of truly lovely weather that kept us outside working, fully immersed in the moment, insured that I was too occupied and tired to think too much about my loss.
But today I am alone and grieving the passing of two women in my life because J's grandmother died this morning. She would have turned 98 next month.
I wanted to make a post today about my mom, but I wasn't counting on J's grandma passing, too, and now I don't have the strength for it.
I'll regroup and talk a bit more about her another time perhaps.
(also posted on LJ)
Death is often complicated, and for various reasons, my mother's passing was no different. J was with me until yesterday, and his presence, along with a bout of truly lovely weather that kept us outside working, fully immersed in the moment, insured that I was too occupied and tired to think too much about my loss.
But today I am alone and grieving the passing of two women in my life because J's grandmother died this morning. She would have turned 98 next month.
I wanted to make a post today about my mom, but I wasn't counting on J's grandma passing, too, and now I don't have the strength for it.
I'll regroup and talk a bit more about her another time perhaps.
(also posted on LJ)