My Mom

This is my Mom. Through the years, not only did she occasionally appear in my blog posts, but she always enjoyed reading whatever struck my fancy to post about. If I hadn't posted in a while I'd hear about it. She was my most loyal reader until her diminishing eyesight prohibited her from reading entirely, several years ago. This year saw Mom facing one health crisis after the next. It seemed like she was always able to rally and fight her way back. In April she was given a choice of major surgery or only two weeks to live. She and my Dad discussed it and mutually decided on the latter, knowing that the surgery would be too much for her. Once again, she defied the prognosis and lived on; for eight more months. My Mom passed away ten days ago, she was 91. Knowing that the end was near, Mr. G and I jumped in the car and drove north. We arrived at her bedside where we were able to tell her that we loved her. She squeezed my hand. She knew. 💗 Christmas has come and gone. I felt like a robot yesterday, going through the motions. It's all settling in now; the new normal.

Here we are on a quilt shop excursion in Maine back in the fall of 2015. My Mom was also a quilter; she was always up for a shopping adventure and we went on many together! Over the next few days I'll share more happy memories, thanks for reading and coming along as I reminisce and begin to try putting the pieces of my heart back together. 

Life is Good!