Sometimes life is cliche. My mom was dealing with melanoma for the past three years and at the beginning of the year, it was decided that treatments were not working and she should go into hospice. She moved to a closer facility, she was doing better without the treatments. We visited her more often because she was closer...and that was the biggest thing she wanted. She desperately wanted to be near her children and grandchildren, who she was very proud of and who she would brag up to anyone in earshot.
So. Just a couple of Sundays ago...we took this picture:
The next Friday, she started to take a turn for the worse.
This morning, she passed away.
Her death was known. Her death was sudden. I am glad she will not be in any pain anymore. But it sucks that she did not get any more time with the people she loved.
I had a complicated relationship with my mother.
However, one thing I can say without reservation is that she did her best to be there for her grandchildren. No matter what obstacle was in her way, whether disability or distance, she went through it to be there for them. For that alone, I am most grateful.