That’s how everyone has been referring to my mom for the last two weeks, almost to the day. My mom passed away on March 15 after suffering a stroke and spending a couple of days in ICU (frighteningly similar to last time). This time, however, she was less lucky with any chance of recovery. She passed away at 5:59pm with her family by her side. In a moment that still breaks my heart completely, RR got to say “I love you” to her Grandma prior to her physical departure from us. This week, I’ve made it back to work now that I’ve nearly stopped sobbing uncontrollably.
I’m still not particularly stable enough to write about it, so time will pass and then I will write… of faith, funeral arrangements, and the overwhelming feeling of being an orphan at the age of 34. Until then, I will share one of my favorite pictures of my mom with RR, from her visit to us at Easter of last year. She was one of the very first (and few) people that RR warmed up to almost instantaneously. My mom made her smile and laugh, and this picture captures their relationship: