My mom passed on

A little over a week a go I received that phone call. The one we all wonder when it will happen. I have wondered how it would sound and who would call me. It was my Dad, letting me know that my mom had passed away. I was at work when the call came through, it was before 4 p.m. It was enough to distract me and throw me off I had trouble concentrating the rest of the day.

At first I did not feel anything. I did not feel pain or was not sure what to expect. At one point when I allowed myself to feel inside it felt like some string or tendon that held my world together had been cut and part of me was undone. I could sense great emotion there but could not process it.

Due to her failing health over the last couple years I am not very surprised. She had not been physically active and was using her wheel chair or was in her bed all the time. I do not recall her doing much physical therapy and do not recall her strength returning over the last few years. Her health has been failing for a few years. She was younger, only 67, but there comes a point where one has to be honest. She has not bounced back over from ailing health the last few years and has steadily lost physical ability. She is not getting any younger and not recovering. Everyone’s life comes to an end and everyone eventually leaves this world of the living. Her time was coming, faster than we may have expected but in some ways it was expected.