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> : Like life, way high and way low.
> :
> : Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit
> with my Mom
> : on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in
> the guest
> : room of her senior apartment building and had my usual
> great time. We
> : did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and
> ate at
> : Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could
> pay for part
> : of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch
> at the Red
> : Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed
> the 13 sock
> : monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and
> vests and pants.
> : I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left
> Sunday morning
> : to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside
> her apartment,
> : waving as I drove away.
> :
> : On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a
> doctor's
> : appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room
> with a heart
> : attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last
> night at 5 pm.
> : My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm
> sure that made
> : this doubly difficult for him.
> :
> : Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house
> to new house.
> : The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry
> and unpack.
> : It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my
> Mother. I can't
> : believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her
> Christmas gifts,
> : always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new
> house won't be
> : the same without Mom.
> :
> : I think I'll cry some more.
> :
> : joan
> :
>

> Like life, way high and way low.
> Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
> on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
> room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
> did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
> Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
> of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
> Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
> monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
> I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
> to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
> waving as I drove away.
> On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
> appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
> attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
> My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
> this doubly difficult for him.
> Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
> The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
> It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
> believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
> always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
> the same without Mom.
> I think I'll cry some more.
> joan
>

> Like life, way high and way low.
>
> Last Friday I flew from Bellevue NE to Paducah KY to visit with my Mom
> on the occasion of her 86th birthday (10/9). I stayed in the guest
> room of her senior apartment building and had my usual great time. We
> did some shopping for her, visiting the Quilt Museum and ate at
> Backyard Barbecue twice! We went to Hancocks so Mom could pay for part
> of my purchase as my belated birthday gift. We had lunch at the Red
> Lobster. We watch football on tv at night. We dressed the 13 sock
> monkey dolls (that she'd made) in their pinafores and vests and pants.
> I gave her the quilt I'd made for her birthday. I left Sunday morning
> to fly and my last memory of Mom is her standing outside her apartment,
> waving as I drove away.
>
> On Monday morning, Mom wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's
> appointment at 8:30 am. She collapsed in the waiting room with a heart
> attack. Heroic efforts notwithstanding, she died last night at 5 pm.
> My brother, who was with her, is a cardiologist, and I'm sure that made
> this doubly difficult for him.
>
> Meanwhile, we are in the process of moving from old house to new house.
> The movers came on Wednesday. So I unpack and cry; cry and unpack.
> It seems that everywhere I look, I see a trace of my Mother. I can't
> believe she's gone. She'd finished the last of her Christmas gifts,
> always being done ahead of time. Christmas in our new house won't be
> the same without Mom.
>
> I think I'll cry some more.
>
> joan