The photo above is my mom, age 21 in 1952, around the time of her college graduation. She died today at about 1 pm. I find myself at a huge loss of words. Little about our relationship was typical. Due to an illness she experienced I left her care at the age of 5 and was raised by an aunt on my father’s side. Looking at the photo above, which I only obtained relatively recently, I did not inherit her looks. However I think we shared much of the same temperament.
My sister, and her daughter (my niece), managed to care for my mom at her home (an old farmhouse) with assistance from hospice workers. It was a long hard road. Now they & my mom will hopefully have rest and peace.
The aunt who raised me was married to a funeral director. I like to think I deal better with death than illness. However my mom was the last of that generation of my relatives. The loss does seem huge. I am now the eldest remaining ‘child’. It is not a role that suits me. I am sure my mom knows and understands that fact.