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Ten days to live

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I’m sorry, but it is on my mind. Last year at this time it was one day until my mother’s 83rd birthday; she would die ten days later. She had spent the summer and before that dying . . . and we didn’t know it. I don’t know if she did or not. I’d like to think at the time she felt she was just getting anemic and more tired with increasing age.

A year.

So what am I doing now? What Mother hated the most – housecleaning. I don’t know why but for some reason I want to get things all spiffed up. I suppose it is symbolic – for what other reason would I crawl around cleaning clutter which is quite willing to accept the philosophy of live and let live?

But, I continue;  today I am steam cleaning parts of the basement and then taking it easy by going through cabinets. I think my friends at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse are gathering up all my things that and stashing them for some future date when I come to my senses. That’s what my grandfather did once. Grandma threw stuff out of an upstairs window and he came around and loaded it in a wagon and took it over to his work shed.

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  1. I remember the shock of reading of your mom’s death. So quick. I think in some ways she did it right, no long drawn out fight filled with people pitying you, just celebration of life to the very end. When my mom died we had ten months of knowing she was dying. We actually started grieving long before she was gone and when the day came we could celebrate her life without sadness. We’d done a lot of crying in the previous months. So we had the reality of grieving as you did, just placed a little differently. I think the hardest might be instantly they are gone, car accident etc. No time to even give a hug.

    Then again being the one left behind is always crummy, no matter how it takes it’s form.

    I sometimes look at my youngest daughter and remember that age for me. My mom had just died, I had three kids, lived 1200 miles from family and well…..it was really crummy. I survived. I think I’d like to avoid having my daughter go through that though if God doesn’t mind…..

    Here’s an extra hug for you. ((((AJ)))) By the way, I have a sunroof in my MINI…….. 🙂

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