Mom passed away last night. She was here at home with us and I held her hand as she went. Today has been a mixture of grief and relief. As I told Con tonight, it’s ok to have different feelings about the same event.
As I’ve talked to her friends over the past few weeks, I’ve realized how important she was to so many people, not because she did huge things that everyone would see, but for thousands of small acts of kindness, support, and love.
Tonight the world is a bit less fine of a place without her.