4 AM when I’ve had no sleep, diverted to Seattle, with no idea when I’m getting home from attending my mother’s funeral is not the time.
January 10th, 2017
January 9th, 2017
We left her on a hill in her home state of West Virginia, with her Mother, her Father, her oldest brother, and her oldest sister. Her casket had a bouquet of yellow roses.
The words the preacher spoke were old. They were comforting.
I wasn’t supposed to have to carry her casket, but I did.
January 8th, 2017
My Mother’s funeral.
January 7th, 2017
January 6th, 2017
For a moment, when I walked into my parents’ kitchen (my Dad’s kitchen), I thought my aunt was her. Apparently, everyone had this moment that day.
January 5th, 2017
My little, big bro.
January 4th, 2017
She’s gone.
January 3rd, 2017
The news about Mom keeps getting worse. I don’t expect that to change.
January 2nd, 2017
Today, I found out that my mother had a very serious infection. I could go into the details, but they don’t matter. Not really. While everyone else was holding on to hope, I knew just enough about what she had to know her odds weren’t good.
I was 2,500 miles away, broke, and caught completely off guard. I wasn’t ready. But I tried to start getting there.
January 1st, 2017
IKEA with Heather. Or really, anywhere with Heather.