A loss

I wish I were writing about a ballgame one of my children lost, or someone's job. Those would be a lot easier to handle.

My mom passed away peacefully in her sleep early this morning. With my Dad, and her husband of 49 years, 11+ months at her side, I am certain that is the way she would have planned it if she could.

I know she's in a better place, and free from the restrictions she had in later life, but it makes it no easier. I spoke to her last night--she told me she loved me, I told her I loved her, and that's how we ended the conversation. I did not know those would be the last words I'd hear from her.

I was driving today and thought about something I wanted to tell her. I often spoke to her in my car while driving to/from somewhere and had a few minutes to spare. She never minded the road noise, or the dropped calls (sometimes), or the occasional child calling in that I'd tell her I had to get, or even walking into my class or my home and the zoo that normally exists interrupting or terminating our conversation.

Mom, I'm sure I'll reach for the phone and call you soon. Somehow, like you always were, I know you'll answer my call.