My mother died. It was unexpected and quick rather than sudden. When I try to think of words to describe it, I always come back to “ridiculous”. It’s just…ridiculous.
And she’d hate this: being dead; leaving her life; her little flat; her family and friends and community; her grandchildren – her first grandson, new enough that she’d still tear up at the very sweetness of him; her op shopping and bargain hunting; her church and her gossip; ‘Home and Away’ and ‘That’s Life’ Magazine.
And I don’t want to think about her being dead and I really, really don’t want to think about her dying. So it’s mostly about distractions and consolations just now. Thankfully, they are fairly abundant if you choose to seek them out and I’m embracing them with all the gusto of unspoken grief.
Love to you all, I hope you are well and haven’t forgotten me and my inconsistent rambles.