Yeah, my premonition dream got it's truthness on; beginning Friday night, my mother began passing. it's a matter of hours, or day, perhaps two. I'm on the first shift, keeping her comfortable which she does seem to be.
I am only sad a little. She's had a very good life, she's leaving behind a hella body of work, and she hasn't been able to paint for about four months, which was the measure of her joy.
Yeah, my premonition dream got it's truthness on; beginning Friday night, my mother began passing. it's a matter of hours, or day, perhaps two. I'm on the first shift, keeping her comfortable which she does seem to be.
I am only sad a little. She's had a very good life, she's leaving behind a hella body of work, and she hasn't been able to paint for about four months, which was the measure of her joy.
Yeah, my premonition dream got it's truthness on; beginning Friday night, my mother began passing. it's a matter of hours, or day, perhaps two. I'm on the first shift, keeping her comfortable which she does seem to be.
I am only sad a little. She's had a very good life, she's leaving behind a hella body of work, and she hasn't been able to paint for about four months, which was the measure of her joy.
Yeah, my premonition dream got it's truthness on; beginning Friday night, my mother began passing. it's a matter of hours, or day, perhaps two. I'm on the first shift, keeping her comfortable which she does seem to be.
I am only sad a little. She's had a very good life, she's leaving behind a hella body of work, and she hasn't been able to paint for about four months, which was the measure of her joy.
Good for you! Self worth is more valuable than pennies
I don't have a lot of principles anymore, but not killing myself for peanuts is definitely one of them.
She went in the wee hours of Sunday. It was as easy as taking a breath-- and then, not. I could not wish for anything more peaceful and gentle.
My cousin called me this morning. I kind of dumped everything on her-- all the resentment and bafflement, the complexities. I've only recently begun to get to know her and we seem to be brain-twins, so strange!
Anyway, she told me some stories her father, my mom's brother had said-- your standarda hardscrabble, battered childhood, as poor people often endured in the 30's -- which cast a real light on my mom's quirks. You know-- WHY, when there are three people in the house, and she hears a noice in another room-- "Stella, is that you? Are you all right?" yeah mom, who the fuck else would it be and I am just as okay as I was one half a minute ago when I left the room you are in...
Anyway. My father is grieving, but... This morning we were talking about the route to the mortuary, and when we should leave. He suddenly gave me his 'this is important' stare and said "You need to start wearing a watch. Men wear watches. And they know where they are going."
And we had, for the very first time since I moved in, a conversation as we ate. This one was about watches, and the ways we've busted them. Just that. Mom tended to put the kibosh on conversations that weren't about her. Even if the convo was with her.
Thank you for sharing this. Condolences on the passing of your mom, good to hear it was peaceful.
I hope this morning's conversation with your father is a new beginning of many more.
She went in the wee hours of Sunday. It was as easy as taking a breath-- and then, not. I could not wish for anything more peaceful and gentle.
My cousin called me this morning. I kind of dumped everything on her-- all the resentment and bafflement, the complexities. I've only recently begun to get to know her and we seem to be brain-twins, so strange!
Anyway, she told me some stories her father, my mom's brother had said-- your standarda hardscrabble, battered childhood, as poor people often endured in the 30's -- which cast a real light on my mom's quirks. You know-- WHY, when there are three people in the house, and she hears a noice in another room-- "Stella, is that you? Are you all right?" yeah mom, who the fuck else would it be and I am just as okay as I was one half a minute ago when I left the room you are in...
Anyway. My father is grieving, but... This morning we were talking about the route to the mortuary, and when we should leave. He suddenly gave me his 'this is important' stare and said "You need to start wearing a watch. Men wear watches. And they know where they are going."
And we had, for the very first time since I moved in, a conversation as we ate. This one was about watches, and the ways we've busted them. Just that. Mom tended to put the kibosh on conversations that weren't about her. Even if the convo was with her.
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She went in the wee hours of Sunday. It was as easy as taking a breath-- and then, not. I could not wish for anything more peaceful and gentle.
My cousin called me this morning. I kind of dumped everything on her-- all the resentment and bafflement, the complexities. I've only recently begun to get to know her and we seem to be brain-twins, so strange!
Anyway, she told me some stories her father, my mom's brother had said-- your standarda hardscrabble, battered childhood, as poor people often endured in the 30's -- which cast a real light on my mom's quirks. You know-- WHY, when there are three people in the house, and she hears a noice in another room-- "Stella, is that you? Are you all right?" yeah mom, who the fuck else would it be and I am just as okay as I was one half a minute ago when I left the room you are in...
Anyway. My father is grieving, but... This morning we were talking about the route to the mortuary, and when we should leave. He suddenly gave me his 'this is important' stare and said "You need to start wearing a watch. Men wear watches. And they know where they are going."
And we had, for the very first time since I moved in, a conversation as we ate. This one was about watches, and the ways we've busted them. Just that. Mom tended to put the kibosh on conversations that weren't about her. Even if the convo was with her.
