I used the restroom this evening and then planned on sitting down to blog about post op day 2 when my phone rang. It was my dad’s phone number, but not his voice and I knew something was wrong.
I was called and informed that my mother has passed away. My dad couldn’t talk at the moment and asked I be called immediately. It looks as if she passed peacefully in sleep and I’m grateful for no foul play. I’ve since spoken to him, but still find myself sitting here in shock that she is really gone.
So, my friends, I do want to blog about my post op days, but I know you’ll forgive me if I don’t share more tonight. I also know you’ll understand if talking about the surgery is the only thing that keeps my mind off of her death.
Her death…I still can’t believe I’m saying those words and talking about my own mother.