The Beginning of The End

One year ago today, I got a call from Mom's cousin Ivajeanne that Mom had been found unconscious, on the floor, and was being taken to the hospital, and that she really needed me there to take care of her.  With the generosity of my CO and A, I was given permission to telework from California as long as I needed to to take care of the situation, and 2 days later I was in California.

Mom ended up staying in the hospital for a couple of weeks because of several infections in her blood and an abscess in her liver and being dehydrated, and I remember thinking then that this was the beginning of the end with her. She had lasted a longer time than they thought after being given the diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, but now it looked like it was coming to an end.

She was worried about me being there and missing work and being away from Sean Michael but I told her everything was fine (which it was) and that I was staying at least until the end of December, and after that (if she were still alive but truthfully I didn't think she would be) then we would see. I figured out that I could stay until the end of February and still get paid if need be, but as it worked out, I didn't have to.

It's hard to believe she has been gone over 8 months now. I miss her a lot more than I thought I would, which is kind of a terrible thing to say I know, but geez sometimes she drove me nuts. I guess it just goes to show you never know how you will feel about something until it happens. 

I wish she were still alive but I realize parents don't live forever. And she did live until 80 which is a pretty good age, considering. And I know she is in Heaven, which is a much better place than this world for sure.

But man do I miss her and think of her when I'm watching Flea Market Flip or The Property Brothers.

Rest in peace Mom. I love you.