You see, at the end of May my mother was admitted to the hospital with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. In May, we all thought we would have more time with her before the unimaginable happened, and she died. In May, Mike called my sister and told her to come out to see my mom and to help me get her affairs in order so that she could just focus on the process of fighting the cancer (letting go). That was the end of May. June 8th she passed away. The same day the palliative care doctor thought that my mom might have 3 months left to live. The same day.
So it was a shock to is, just how quickly it happened. So that even though my sister and I had 42 years with her, and others in her family had many more years, it just wasn't enough. How could it ever be enough?
So it's been hard. Harder than normal. Harder than having 3 years old twins, who understand that grandma is with the angels and a 7 year old who stills goes down stairs hoping to see her beloved grandmother and asks to go lie in her bed, where they so me so much time in quiet company while my mom watched tv and Phoenix watched or played games on grandmas iPad. This is harder than Down syndrome. It's harder than the sleep deprivation of newborn twins. It's harder than failing at your first teaching job. Man, this is HARD.
Here are some pictures that I love of my mom, mostly with her grandchildren, whom she adored.
This is from the last vacation I took with my mom. We went to see my sister and her husband in Nova Scotia. This photo was taken in their coffee shop.
I put this one last because I wanted to set it apart. It was taken about 2 years ago when my mom went in for her hip revision. I feel like this photo perfectly captures the relationship these two had. They were just so devoted to each other and there was an utter delight in the two of them when they spent time together, and I can see the love right there, in the grasping of each others hands. I just miss her so much.
