November 24, 2012
I was just thinking about you.
My mom died this morning. It happened suddenly, quickly, without pain, with her husband right there — all things to be very grateful for.
I’m grateful she had me, and cared for me as best as she could.
I’m grateful for the good things I got from her: her creativity, her determination, her love of having fun. Her intuition. Her ball-busting-ness. Jesus, could she bust some balls.
I’m especially grateful for the best thing I got from her: my brother.
I’m grateful that I called her recently and invited her to dinner with me, her husband, and mine. Even though she couldn’t accept.
I’m grateful that she knew I cared about her. Even though.
I’m grateful that I heard the news right away, and that I’ll be able to plan a service for her according to her wishes.
I’m grateful that she’s okay now. If there was any pain or distress in her life, I’m grateful that it has been relieved.
I’m grateful for Bill, for my dad and stepmom, and for the friends who have become my family.
I’m grateful for the condolences I’ve received and those I know will come.
I’m grateful for your patience with me over the next few weeks as I recover.