August 7, 2021
August 7, 2021
Happy Birthday, Mom. Love you. Always.
I didn't write here last year, or on your deathday, either.
Now, on what would be your 92nd birthday (Sh!! Under threat, I'm never supposed to tell! ;-)), I wanted to share with all your friends and family a bit of your last-days story.
You were amazing. You had always told me, "Kim, I just hope I can go to sleep and not wake up." Though there were surprises, blessings, and wallops along the way, and it took a bit longer than you'd planned, you did just that. Congrats, Mom. Never leaving the independence of your own home, you were able to heed "The Man Upstairs" calling to, "Come Home" in a timely and graceful way (OK, maybe also with some randomness, and some raucous asides [I'm grinning at you, Mom]).
You died as you lived. With verve. With intention. With Faith. With Love.
Thank you. For a lifetime of You. --Kim
I didn't write here last year, or on your deathday, either.
Now, on what would be your 92nd birthday (Sh!! Under threat, I'm never supposed to tell! ;-)), I wanted to share with all your friends and family a bit of your last-days story.
You were amazing. You had always told me, "Kim, I just hope I can go to sleep and not wake up." Though there were surprises, blessings, and wallops along the way, and it took a bit longer than you'd planned, you did just that. Congrats, Mom. Never leaving the independence of your own home, you were able to heed "The Man Upstairs" calling to, "Come Home" in a timely and graceful way (OK, maybe also with some randomness, and some raucous asides [I'm grinning at you, Mom]).
You died as you lived. With verve. With intention. With Faith. With Love.
Thank you. For a lifetime of You. --Kim