This past July 9 was the 7th anniversary of my Mom’s passing. In honor of that, I’m reblogging an old post of mine I wrote back on her birthday (back when I had like 2 readers). Thanks for listening!
Today would be my mom’s 87th birthday.
She isn’t here any more – we lost her at the age of 80 to complications from pancreatic cancer. She hadn’t even started her chemo/radiation yet. Once night she complained she wasn’t feeling well. Later that night, she woke my dad and told him to call the doctor. He left the room for a moment, came back and she was gone. Blood clot in the lungs was the informed guess from her physician.
When she died, it was like the center of our world went dark. For my father, 82 at the time and with myriad health issues, the sun had ceased to shine when his wife of 61 years left him behind. For us, it was simply astounding. Mom was the strong one, the capable and steady one. My father was battling so many health woes – cancer, CHF, kidney failure (caused…
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