I have never felt really comfortable around death. Something about the finality of it all. Over. Complete. Done with. Fine'. No more. Terminal. Adios forever. I don't know how I should feel, so I feel uncomfortable.
My mom passed on Saturday morning. I got the call that I didn't want to ever get, but knew that I was going to get, at about 6:30 am. Before the call I was asleep on the couch again so I was close the the phone. I knew what the call was before I answered it.
I had seen my mom the night before. She hadn't been awake or responsive for almost a week. The previous Sunday she told me and my wife that she was preparing to die. And then she turned back to sleep.
Even though I expected this to happen - she was 99 years old after all - I didn't expect it to be now. I wanted her to be 100. I wanted her to enjoy life for a few more years. But my wishes were not the best for her.
My friends have responded in the order in which they have heard about her death. Some of them have sent emails. Others a more formal card (that is another blog). I appreciate their sentiments, but can't respond more than thank you. I don't know if that's enough. I don't feel good about it.
So, as I started, I just feel uncomfortable about death.
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The history Edith lived, the connections she made, and the spirits she touched, are forever.
All the best.
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