Monday, June 14, 2010

One Week

Somehow, I blinked and my mother has been gone for one week.  I guess this is the first milestone to get over.  I will admit, I didn't sleep well last night.  I kept waking up, strangely at certain times that things had happened the week before.  It is all still so surreal to me right now.  I keep thinking of things and planning things in my mind, like I need to get Mom this or that, or I think of something to take her like Sheetz's new cherry chocolate coffe drink or I even start to plan my schedule so I can pop in for a visit.  Then I realize, she's gone.

Regina took this picture while in Orlando.  It is the view, right outside our condo door.  My heart nearly skipped a beat when I saw the photo.  This is the exact same spot I stood in and this is the view that I stared at blindly, trying to make sense of all that was happening after I got the calls.  This courtyard was very peaceful, especially in the early morning hours.  I am glad that I have this photo.

I've made it over the first milestone.  One week.  Life goes on.


Burgh Baby said...

I think we've had the conversation about how I know exactly where you are right now, except that you have most certainly had it rougher since you were her primary care provider these past four years as you've had to "mother" your mom. You're right; it will get less sucky. Not really better or easier, but less sucky.

Hang in there!

The Purple Pinkie said...

Thank you BB.............