So this morning (starting at 2:30 a.m…thank you jet lag) I have been pondering this thought…would it be easier to deal with Mom dying if she had been a dirty rotten scoundrel?
I mean…it does seem to sting a bit more that she was an incredible, life-giving kind of person. I guess maybe I’m just mad that I don’t get to feel any bitter thoughts because a lot of times those just feel better to feel than thoughts of kindness and just missing her.
We really aren’t citizens of this world are we?
On the more stoic side of things, we are home safely after the long journey here (those of you who have experienced it know that it’s something akin to being hit by a very fast moving truck). The kids did really well…having Buddy was a God-send (truly).
We’re off to get to all the stuff that’s been left collecting dust for about three weeks.