Loss

When my Mom was moved into a nursing home, many of her things came here. I thought of them as her things visiting until she could get them back. Silly, I know. But who wants to see the reality of an aging parent.

This morning my Mother told the nurse who was with her that my Dad was lying next to her on the bed. Then she turned and passed away. I don’t think anything prepares you for this kind of loss even when you know it’s coming. I have been walking around the house touching her things and being very sad. It’s a day in my own history I will never forget.