My Mom died last week on March 3rd. It's been a full couple of weeks of visiting her in the hospital, the visitation, the funeral, and spending time with our family. I posted a couple of memories on Instagram here and here. (My Dad died 20 years ago.)
She died almost 40 years to the hour of her mother passing. About a 4 hour difference. I was thinking about that time and realized that Mom was younger than I am now when her mother died. I try often to think about someone's age at different life events and then connect it to my age and how I perceive myself at a particular age and how I perceived them. Like when my Grandma died, well, my Mom was old too...so I thought. Apparently, she wasn't.
The above photo is of her Mother's Ring, which I now have.
Seven children, one died at one day old, one died at 33 years old and the other 5 of us are still here. This ring represents so much.
My Aunt, mom's only sibling is 95 and is confused most of the time. But, Tuesday she was brought to the funeral and completely knew what was going on and was sad. For some reason that meant a lot to me and it was nice to share a hug with her.
Through it all the predominant thought has been Gratitude. So very much to be grateful for in my parents' lives and in the past two weeks.