I'm not ready
... we rarely, if ever, are ready to say good-bye to people we love. For now, I just want to hold space for the words that may or may not come later.
My mother-in-love passed away a week ago today. It was unexpected, but not surprising. She had been on hospice for a while, but there were no signs that it would happen so quickly, so abruptly.
She would be so proud of her kids. I know that very few are lucky enough to have this thing they call family. It's uncommon, rare perhaps, to have family become friends to the degree that my husband's siblings have somehow managed to do through the years of struggle and distance. It's truly a gift and joy to behold, and how in the world am I so fortunate to call them my own family - my own brothers and sisters? Words will never suffice to describe what it's like to be part of this party of 12, 13, 14...
I'll just start with a photo. We'll see where it goes from there.
Rest in peace, Mom. You did good, so very good.