My mother has died. It was in the late night hours of December 23 or in the early morning hours of December 24. The time of death has not yet been determined, although I’m sure it was the twenty-third because her bed was made and she wasn’t wearing her nightgown.
It has been a horrible Christmas.
My daughter Juliette, just 20-years-old, found her Saturday morning around 8 a.m. Please pray for her. Her grief is so palpable. As bad as mine is, hers is worse. She is much younger than me and they were so very close.
A friend suggested through my trying hours of grief that I keep an honest, raw and unedited journal of my journey. It will never end, really, as I loved my mother so very much. I will never stop missing her. Never.
I will share on Facebook for now. Hopefully, when I’m stronger, I can post directly to this fractured little blog that somehow hangs on despite brute force attacks and my own writing malaise. Again, please pray for me. I am so devastated. My mom was 83, and I am 50, but I might as well be nine.
I love you, Mom. I don’t know how to live without you. Please visit me in my dreams. Please hear my prayers.