Limbo.
So, all the chaos surrounding my mum’s funeral and will has been resolved, and I find myself back in the US. Mostly because it’s the only place I still seem to have a home.
Transitions.
My mum died on June 17th.
She’d been in intensive care for a month. Progress had been slow – too slow for the doctors’ liking. Finally, we got the call that informed us that there was nothing more they could do for her. I was there when it happened, I held her hand, and, thankfully, it was quick and, I was assured, painless. The funeral was just under a week later and, again, it passed about as well as such an occasion possibly can.
